Frozen Princess
Pulsar
- Joined
- Sep 21, 2019
When Catra Julianne, a 5-4 brunette with hazel eyes, went to bed on the last night of her fifteenth year, the lover of all things feline had no idea what was going to begin on her first day of her sixteenth. Catra had every imaginable breed in porcelain, lining two shelves in her bedroom on her bookcase. She had toys, comics, books and dolls of everything that had cat anywhere on it, even a Callie Briggs one from the SwatKats with brushable blonde hair and cat tail.... And she actually had that reed in a "swamp" of an aquarium. On the shelf right underneath the second row of porcelain cats was the entire book series mysteries of The Cat Who... by Lillian Jackson Braun.
She had a stuffed lion with sad eyes, that one look would tell anyone it was one of those cat toys that didn't have catnip in it. The human had it as it was her pet cat's last toy in his old age, that she had given him on his ninth year on his birthmonth (since the actual day was lost to history).
She had above the two shelves of her book case, the full collection of the "presidential cats". All except Obama, which her dad said came broken. Other presidents that he didn't like hadn't been. She went to that shelf and picked up one. The last one he didn't like. Bush Jr. Right away, she had her mom call the company making the cat presidents to explain the situation (because Catra was having a lion size four year olds tantrum... Because she WAS four at the time). Supposedly a new one was sent. She got the apology letter but not the cat. What she didn't know, was her dad got the second package and hid it up somewhere in the attic. The apology letter, folded neatly was holding the spot until she could find the missing President. She was starting to look in every yard sale, since the presidential collection started in 1990. Forty-two months later, in 1993, the collection was caught up. It had been her dad's collection, but now, starting in '08 when she was four, it became hers. She saluted the new president cat, Donald Trump, and went to bed, in... Of course... Cat pyjamas with all sorts of big cats all over it... And got under her Hello Kitty covers and went to sleep.
Next morning, she accidentally bumped into her action figure of Lion-O, which tipped into Tigra who feel back to lean into the bedroom wall. With catlike reflexes, she caught Lion-O, and set him back up on his stand, straightened Tigra and went to clean up for the day. She would be in a tee, that had a cat with a wide eyes shocked look complete with gaping mouth that held the caption "Cats Alive! That mouse is HUGE!" It hung loosely over her small torso and B cups, but it was the small! She added to it a knee length skirt with an earthtone brown, slipped on a pair of athletic shoes and headed to school.
At school, it was what Catra had gotten used to since kids first learned of her unique collection.
"Here comes the human cat!"
"} Snicker { Wanna bet her breakfast was fish cereal and a saucer of milk?"
"Naw. Twas cream. I was there"
}Heehee{ What do they call it when Catra drops paper on the ground?" One jock asked
"Kitty litter!" A bunch of students chimed in, before all laughed.
Needless to say, Catra was feeling mighty low as she dragged herself into her first class, and plopped in her seat next to a blonde with big blue eyes, a ponytail and a heart shaped locket on a goldish chain, over a pink polo shirt and white skirt. "You really shouldn't let them get to you like that, Kitty Cat." Polly Pocket was one of a very few, including two teachers and the Principal, that Catra let get away with that, and she spoke up now, quietly. "They're only doing it to torment. I actually LIKE your collection. Especially the porcelain cats of different breeds. Oh. By the way... Happy birthday. Nice to have someone to share birthdays with."
"Reminds me, Polly. Folks planned a big celebration for both of us for our 16th." Catra said quietly back.
Polly giggled. "Looking forward to it, Kitty Cat."
The jock than made a snide remark about Polly being Catra's pet human, causing the blonde to snark, "Oh, go choke on a mouse you sewer rat!"
The class erupted in laughter, even Catra couldn't help but grin.
The birthday was just getting warmed up, though, as both, but especially Catra would quickly learn.
@RainK
She had a stuffed lion with sad eyes, that one look would tell anyone it was one of those cat toys that didn't have catnip in it. The human had it as it was her pet cat's last toy in his old age, that she had given him on his ninth year on his birthmonth (since the actual day was lost to history).
She had above the two shelves of her book case, the full collection of the "presidential cats". All except Obama, which her dad said came broken. Other presidents that he didn't like hadn't been. She went to that shelf and picked up one. The last one he didn't like. Bush Jr. Right away, she had her mom call the company making the cat presidents to explain the situation (because Catra was having a lion size four year olds tantrum... Because she WAS four at the time). Supposedly a new one was sent. She got the apology letter but not the cat. What she didn't know, was her dad got the second package and hid it up somewhere in the attic. The apology letter, folded neatly was holding the spot until she could find the missing President. She was starting to look in every yard sale, since the presidential collection started in 1990. Forty-two months later, in 1993, the collection was caught up. It had been her dad's collection, but now, starting in '08 when she was four, it became hers. She saluted the new president cat, Donald Trump, and went to bed, in... Of course... Cat pyjamas with all sorts of big cats all over it... And got under her Hello Kitty covers and went to sleep.
Next morning, she accidentally bumped into her action figure of Lion-O, which tipped into Tigra who feel back to lean into the bedroom wall. With catlike reflexes, she caught Lion-O, and set him back up on his stand, straightened Tigra and went to clean up for the day. She would be in a tee, that had a cat with a wide eyes shocked look complete with gaping mouth that held the caption "Cats Alive! That mouse is HUGE!" It hung loosely over her small torso and B cups, but it was the small! She added to it a knee length skirt with an earthtone brown, slipped on a pair of athletic shoes and headed to school.
At school, it was what Catra had gotten used to since kids first learned of her unique collection.
"Here comes the human cat!"
"} Snicker { Wanna bet her breakfast was fish cereal and a saucer of milk?"
"Naw. Twas cream. I was there"
}Heehee{ What do they call it when Catra drops paper on the ground?" One jock asked
"Kitty litter!" A bunch of students chimed in, before all laughed.
Needless to say, Catra was feeling mighty low as she dragged herself into her first class, and plopped in her seat next to a blonde with big blue eyes, a ponytail and a heart shaped locket on a goldish chain, over a pink polo shirt and white skirt. "You really shouldn't let them get to you like that, Kitty Cat." Polly Pocket was one of a very few, including two teachers and the Principal, that Catra let get away with that, and she spoke up now, quietly. "They're only doing it to torment. I actually LIKE your collection. Especially the porcelain cats of different breeds. Oh. By the way... Happy birthday. Nice to have someone to share birthdays with."
"Reminds me, Polly. Folks planned a big celebration for both of us for our 16th." Catra said quietly back.
Polly giggled. "Looking forward to it, Kitty Cat."
The jock than made a snide remark about Polly being Catra's pet human, causing the blonde to snark, "Oh, go choke on a mouse you sewer rat!"
The class erupted in laughter, even Catra couldn't help but grin.
The birthday was just getting warmed up, though, as both, but especially Catra would quickly learn.
@RainK