Episode 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold

“Damn it Misty! Just stay away from Dash, do you hear me!”

“I can do what the hell I like and you can’t stop me! You are not my father”.

With that, Misty jumped down from the stool. She quickly wiped the milkshake moustache from her mouth with one exquisite paw. She flicked her tail, just once, showing her annoyance at her brother.

Chase stared down at her, half closing his eyes and glaring “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going to see Dash and you can’t stop me”. With that she disappeared sleekly through the catflap into the early evening.

Chase sat staring at the counter wondering how he was going to explain to Misty that he was exactly that - her father! Would she understand why they had never told her the truth about him? He still remembered that magical time with Misty’s mother as if it were yesterday. Oh Tallulah! How he missed her. He'd give anything to hear her sing again as only a Siamese can sing! 

By the time she gave birth to Misty, the final kitten in a litter of seven, it was too late, they couldn’t save her! Her wounds were too great. Even though she was so weak but had made him promise he would say he was her son! If those lemurs had found out he was her lover they would have been on him like, well, like lemurs!

He lifted one paw to his face, flexed it and his claws sprang out, razor sharp! One day he would find the lemur responsible for Tallulah’s death and he would have his revenge!

He said quietly to himself “Yes Larry, I will find you and when I do, you’ll need more than a stupid hat and a whisk to protect you!”

“Everything okay Chase?” Miss Kitty asked looking nervous.

“Oh yeah baby, it’s all good. Put it on my tab would ya?” he called back and jumped neatly through the catflap into the street.

He headed off down the street, stopping momentarily to glimpse at his reflection in the shop window. God he was gorgeous no doubt about that! He decided it was time to have a talk with Dash. He had to put a stop to the relationship with Misty before it went too far. He didn't want anyone to find out the truth about Dash! If his cover was blown, he'd never find Larry and get his revenge.

He turned the corner and saw the lid of a nearby bin quickly rattle shut. Hmmm, Dash still couldn't get over his trash habit! Time to have a chat with the tabby detective!

Episode 6: Meanwhile in Miss Kitty's Milkbar...

Meanwhile...across the street in Miss Kitty's Milkbar...

Chase Singleton strolled into the milkbar, springing lithely onto the closest barstool.

Miss Kitty looked up from where she was battering a batch of mice. "What'll it be Chase hon?"

"Gimme a full cream milk, but hold the milk please."

"All cream huh? Tough day hon?"

Chase shrugged and started to groom himself with affected nonchalance. Miss Kitty did not buy this attempt to appear casual, but decided to let it go.

"Here you go, full cream, straight up," she said, pouring the thick liquid into a tall glass in front of him.

"Leave the bottle," Chase mumbled as he licked his paw and rubbed it behind his ear.

Miss Kitty raised a quizzical eyebrow, but placed the cream bottle on the counter and went back to deep frying mice. The catflap in the front door swung open and a slender young cat sprang inside. Chase groaned and buried his face in his paws.

"Is this seat free?" the girl asked, skipping over to Chase's side.

"No," Chase snapped, "why can't you leave me be Misty?"

"I don't know, just thought you might need some company after a day like today." Misty replied, extending her front legs and scratching her claws on the carpet lined counter.

"Don't bother sis, I really don't want to talk about it, especially with you," Chase replied before turning his attention to the cream.

Misty sighed, then waved a paw at Miss Kitty. "Excuse me miss! I'll take a pot of extra strong nip tea thanks!"

Miss Kitty snorted. "If you're old enough for nip then I'm a snow leopard, nice try though."

"Oh come on, I'm practically an adult," pleaded Misty.

"Do you want me to lose my liquor licence? Why don't I give you a strawberries and cream milkshake, and then maybe I don't have to call your parents and tell them you're trying to pull the fur over my eyes?"

"Fine," huffed Misty. "So Chase, you ready to talk about it yet?"

"What is there to talk about? So I find out you've been secretly dating my best friend? So what? Why is my opinion suddenly so interesting?" Chase bolted down the last of the cream in his glass, then started to scull straight from the bottle.

"Gross!" Misty exclaimed. "And the interest in your opinion is because you don't seem to be handling the news all that well."

Chase burped loudly and slammed the empty bottle down on the counter. "If either of you really cared about my feelings you would have told me what was going on right from the start, or better still, not started seeing each other at all!"

"Oh that's nice Chase," Misty hissed, "so I'm not good enough to date your precious best friend Dash, is that it?!"

"Maybe I'm upset because Dash isn't good enough for you!"

Misty stared at her brother in disbelief. "What's that supposed to mean?"...

Episode 5: Awkward moments......

Hearing the annoyance in Precious' voice  Blade felt a pit in his stomach, and it wasn't the sock he ate earlier.

"Well Precious you don't have to fret I am in town for another reason altogether, just need a place to rest my bones and all. So ya got a room or what?" Blade sneered at Larry and Jerimiah.

Precious walked back to the small desk on the other side of the room and grabbed a set of keys on a squeaky toy keychain and tossed them to Blade.

"Just settle up before ya pass through  darlin'" Precious emphasized her disbelief in Blade's excuse and rolled her eyes.

Larry moved closer to Precious, making sure Blade and Jerimiah knew she was his girl. He put his paws on her shoulders.

Now why don't you two chumps beat it cause this ain't the social club, this is a place of biness!" Larry pointed to door and glared with his bright yellow eyes.

Jerimiah blew a kiss to Precious as he walked out the door. "Lemme know when you and this FOOL are through beautiful!"

Blade turned to walk to his room, thinking to himself.....why can't he just say business properly? Who does he think he is? And why is Precious with HIM?!

Eposide 4: Pet psychic

♫Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' you both is breakin' all the rules

Blade's eyes maniacally darted about the room. He was agitated, startled, and perplexed. Where was that music coming from? He hadn't noticed any music playing devices or speakers about.

Precious and Jeremiah, meanwhile, appeared unperturbed. She mindlessly stroked his fur with her paw. He released a bit of flatulence.

"Is that an iPad in your pocket or are you just surprised to see me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Sport," Jeremiah snapped.

Blade winced. He despised dudes who called other dudes 'Sport.'

"Everybody knows bulldogs don't use iPads. What are you talkin' about anyway? Hey! Who *is* this clown?" As usual, Jeremiah was becoming combative and impatient.

Precious sighed, then rolled her eyes. "Small bulldogs," she thought to herself, "always overcompensating."

Blade whipped his head around. The sharp, involuntary action had the unintended benefit of dislodging at least a couple pesky stowaways from his ears. Was there someone else in the room?

"He's talkin' about YOU, flea bag!" Precious hissed, bearing pearly white, tightly clenched, sharp and pointed teeth. But in her heart, there occurred an unexpected spike and then a flurry of quickening heartbeats. Her breathing suddenly felt more-- shallow.

Blade could always read her mind; hear her thoughts. He was her Pet Psychic, doggy-style. Could it be after all this time - after all that's happened, he could still hear the echoes of the soundtrack of her heart?

Blade shook out his head. Precious licked her lips. Jeremiah expressed a bit of flatulence. Larry lurked menacingly, in the shadows. He dared not say a word. Nobody cared.