Familiar by Goddess Rip 1999 Part.1

The rain poured down around her, as she rushed to the lighted porch. Thunder and lightening made her jump out of her skin, which never really happened before. When it was storming, like this, she was mostly safe and sound in her home. She would sleep in her own bed, with her own blanket, by her mistress. Oh, how they loved to listen to the rain... Now, now she found herself in a strange place, in the rain, on a lighted porch, and calling to the soul inside this strange house. “Meow.” she called, as she wagged her wet black tail. “Meow.. ‘let me in, or just bring me something soft to dry myself with.”

The door opened, as she stepped back. She looked up at the human before her. She smelled that it is male, and she soon change her mind of wanting comfort. He stood, much taller/bigger, and more stern faced, than her mistress. He wore dark sweat pants, and no shirt, though his arms wear oddly covered, and he had long dark red hair. Her mistress had a hard time with men, and none ever liked her thin black cat. “Merr..” the feline warned him, as she stepped away from the porch. The man slowly stepped out from the screen door. The air began to smell.. like.. dogs! ‘I went to the only lit house that has, a man, and dogs.’ she thought to herself, while backing away from the man. ‘I don’t care how wet my fur is, I’d rather roam the woods in this rain, than be fed to dogs!’ she hissed at the man, as he looked at her, and around the dark scene behind her. “You lost, little one?” he asked her, as he kneeled down. “You wild, or do you belong to someone?” he asked as he pointed out his finger to her. He was having supper. She could smell the chicken on his skin. “Meow.. ‘I belong to a mistress.” But she dumped her off at a dark, smelly place with other animals. The man noticed the cat’s collar, which bore a green rabies tag, and a vacant ring where an ID tag should have been. “I bet you are from Lacie’s Place.” he grins as he tries to pet her. She dared not let him near her, but she could not get enough of the food sent from his fingers. “You’re soaked, little one. We need to get you dried off.” he said, as he stood up. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” he called, holding the door open for her.

The black cat was charmed be the smooth tone of his male/rough voice, he seemed nice, so she walked into his home. ‘It’s warm and I smell fire, he must have a fireplace.’ she thought, ‘My old place, before I chose my mistress, had a fireplace.’ She turned to see the man shutting the door, and disappear down a hallway. She began to take a look around, and found a large window, with the curtains open. Her curiosity got to her, as it does sometimes, and she walked over to it. She watched the rain, as she sniffed the glass. The smell of dog was faint in the air. “Barrr! Barrarrarr!!!” one, two, three, FOUR DOGS! Four dogs charged at her from the other side of the window. Four of the biggest dogs she has ever seen. She hissed at them, as she felt her wet fur suddenly stand on end. “Hush!” the man shouted, as he smacks the window. The black cat ran under a table, and watched him close the curtains. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Taker won’t hurt you.” he said, as he bent over and looked at her. “Come yellow eyes, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to dry you off.” He shook a large towel at her, and the thought was too tempting to pass up. “Meow.” she cautiously walked up to him, as he sat on the floor, towel in hand.

She began to purr, as the man rubded her body with the towel. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, as he rubbed a little rougher. “Prrrr... ‘yes.” She cooed letting him know, as her throat vibrated. “There, all better.” he stopped and opened the towel. She jumped from his lap and shook her body, to fluff her fur. She heared him stand, as she began to lick her legs and chest, to get herself back to normal. “You hungry, little one?” ‘Did he just ask me if I was hungry?’ she thought. “Meow.. prr.. ‘I’m starving.” she said, as she fallows him into the kitchen. “All I have is dog food.” he groaned, while looking through his cabinets. ‘I’m not that hungry, but I’ve had worse, ever eaten sardines?’ She purrs, as she rubbed her body against the nice man’s legs. ‘Stable, for a giant of a man.’ “Oh, I got tuna! It’s not for cat’s but, I don’t think it will hurt you, just for one night.” ‘Oh, tuna! Human after my own black cat’s heart, “Meow.” He looked down at her, with a smile, “Okay, tuna it is.” She licked her whiskers, while she watched him open the can and put the pink fish on a dish. “Meow, prrrr, meow.” He sat the dish down in front of her. ‘Smells like tuna, looks like tuna,’ “Meow.. mmm.” ‘Tastes like tuna.’ She ate happily, as she heard the man mumbling to himself. “Do cats drink milk, or water? I can never remember.” ‘Water, human, cow’s milk is bad for my digestion.’ “I think I’ll give you water, just in case.” he said, taking out a bowl and filling it with cool water. “There you go, enjoy.” he smiled and stroked her back. Of course her tail sticks up in the air. The human laughed at her, and scratched the base of her tail. ‘Oh, how I love that.’ she purrs.

He left her to her meal, as the rain poured outside. She licked the plate clean and drank up half her water, before finding a nice warm place to sleep. The room suddenly went dim, as she walked around the corner. ‘He must be going to bed.’ she thought to myself, as she crept along the floor. “Mee.. prr.” she called to him. The fire no longer flickered in the fireplace, as she passed by it. She strolled down the dark hall and soon heard voices. ‘More people?’ she slowly walked near the voices, and found a smaller room. He sat in a chair and stared at the box, flickering in the dark. ‘Yes, my mistress had one of these.’ “Meow.” she slowly crept up to the man, and rubbed her face on his foot. He took a bath, she could smell the soap, but it wasn’t like her mistress’ brand. “You lonely, little one?” he asked her, and then pats his lap. The black cat jumped up, with one leap, and curled up in his lap. His large hands smooth down her fur, as she made herself comfy. ‘He seems to be such a nice man, why does he have dogs?’ she thought.

Before she knew it, he sat her down and turned off the box. She followed him down the hall, and up some stairs, to his bedroom. He went into a smaller room, as she jumped up on his bed. ‘His bed is much bigger than my mistress’.’ she thought, picking a spot and fluffed it up, ‘More comfy than his lap.’ She curled up and closed her eyes. “And what do you think you’re doing?” He startled her. She raised her head and stared at him, wide eyed. “Okay, I can’t resist those bright yellow eyes of yours. You can sleep, at the end of the bed. But just for tonight.” he pointed his finger at her. He turned the last of his lights out and climbed into bed. “Good night, little one.” he whispered, and soon started to snore.

Part Two

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