I've always wanted to write. And I have, although up 'til now it's always been scientific or factual in nature. Never fiction.
So without further ado, here's a little story, that I may expand on...please enjoy!
Sweet Pea was nervous; an unusual emotion for a normally confident Lady Cat. She hadn’t started out feeling that way, she’d simply been excited about Maui’s second Gotcha Day Party, planning the festivities. Rupert and Felix would host, Johnny would be the bouncer, and of course Maui was the Cat of the Day. Everything was all set. Then, there was a comment on their blog from a friend: “please save a dance for Me” That was when the nervousness started.
Padding by the cheval mirror in the big bedroom, Sweet Pea scrutinized her plumey tail, assessing it’s floofiness. She examined her chin in the bathroom mirror, hoping she wouldn’t break out in spots. She spent countless hours grooming, bathing her snowy white coat to a glistening shine and washing her pink paw pads until they were spotless.
Clean, Sweet Pea was puzzled, she’d never felt this way before! She’d had a wild child upbringing...she’d even raised a litter of kittens before her first birthday for goodness sake! She was a Lady Cat of the world. A Lady Cat who needed advice. But who to ask? Certainly not her brofurs, they would tease her mercilessly. Even Felix, who was besotted with his crabby girlfriend Annie, would ruffle her fur about her tender feelings. Maybe her sisfurs could help, thought Sweet Pea: “Salem? No, she’s too much of a flirt. The Baby? No, she’ll ignore me. I can’t ask May Ling, she’ll swat me. That leaves Grayce and KonaKitty--I’ll ask them!”
Grayce promised not to tell any cat about Sweet Pea’s dilemma, but she couldn’t offer much advice; she’d never had an admirer other than Spitty, and of course Spitty liked ALL the Ladies, so Grayce didn’t take that too seriously. So Sweet Pea approached KonaKitty., who said that yes, she had been in love, once, a long time ago. “I was in love with a handsome Grey Cat who used to live here, his name was Dusty. He took me under his paw when I was a tiny kitten and it was love at first sight. We cuddled together, napped together, and groomed each other all the time. Then, one day Dusty didn’t feel well--his heart was failing. Soon after that my Dusty left for The Bridge, and I was all alone. I still miss him, but I wouldn’t trade a minute of the time we spent together. Sweet Pea, love is wonderful. I say, take a chance!” And Sweet Pea decided she would.
Daringly, she left a comment on her suitor’s blog that she was saving a special dance for him.
After what seemed like ages, but actually was only 837 naps, the day of Maui’s Party arrived! “Finally”, Sweet Pea thought, “I can dance with him!” She gave her furs a final wash and dotted a little catnip behind her ears.
The Party was a roaring success. CC and Scouty were leading some of the partyers in a rousing game of hide-n-seek, and Sylvester’s specialty Kitty Kocktails were flying off the bar. Wandering among all the guests, Sweet Pea realized that she couldn’t see the door. She needed to go up, someplace where the view was unobstructed, somewhere she could see and, more importantly, be seen. But where? The skyways were crowded with revelers careening around like MadCats, Maui in the lead. The Cat Trees were bristling with Cats, gossiping and telling tall tales. But wait--there was an open spot right at the front of the Very Important Cat Sky Lounge! Sweet Pea hurried up the ramp and across the Red Road to the VIC Lounge, gracefully winding her way to the front. Settling in, she rewashed a paw and fluffed her sparkly coat.
Time passed. The party wore on, but Sweet Pea was still alone, refusing to dance lest she missed her ManCat’s arrival. Slowly, her whiskers began to droop with disappointment. Wise KonaKitty, who had retired to a cubby in her favorite Cat Tree saw, and thought “There must be a reason for this! I can’t imagine any cat standing up Sweet Pea!” She got up, stretched, and began making inquiries of some of the other guests. Curiosity satisfied, she made her way through the thinning crowd over to Sweet Pea, who by now was close to tears. “Sweetie,” Kona said, “there’s a blizzard happening in England...your beau simply might not be able to fly his magic carpet through the bad weather. I’ll bet we see a message from him tonight. In the meanwhile, there are plenty of good pals to dance with, and you’re all prettied up, you should have some fun.” Sweet Pea was immensely cheered by the idea that the weather was the problem, (and nothing to do with her) and accepted the next invitation to dance. It was from her brother Rupert, but he was a good dancer. They hit the floor.
Something was funny, though, tonight Rupert seemed to have four left feet. He kept bumping into Sweet Pea, until she was almost up against the Cat Door. She was about to scold Rupert, when she saw that he was grinning and looking over her shoulder. Sweet Pea whirled around, and there he was! Flynn had arrived! Brushing snow off his handsome Ginger and White shoulders he asked Rupert “Mind if I cut in?” Rupert gave Sweet Pea a pat, and disappeared.
At last, she and Flynn were alone. Felix put a slow number on the record player, and Sweet Pea’s nervousness vanished as she and Flynn danced. The other Lounge Kats looked on, pleased as Punch for their Little Miss Pea. Turns out that Grayce couldn’t keep a secret after all! They all had known!
But it didn’t matter to sweet Pea, or to Flynn, as they snuggled in a corner, sharing a warm milk toddy, and perhaps a small whisker kiss. She was loved.