Not in America Anymore
This cute Fan Fic was written by Malachi! E-mail her here to give her some fan mail, or get her permission for somthing.... wizzard@qx.net
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Part 1
Not in America Anymore
Malachi awoke with a start. She glanced around the room, hearing the
familiar sound of the breathing of one of her human companions. The
white kitty with a black bib yawned, stretched, and then settled back
down to sleep. Suddenly, she was roughly pushed off the bed, falling on
the floor with a thunk, the covers soon following.
“Meow!” she called indignantly. (Geeze. She does this EVERY time. I
gotta find someplace else for Tuesdays,) she thought gingerly. She dug
herself out from under the covers and fled from the room. She skipped
the open can of cat food and headed straight outside. She hopped
through the picket fence and walked over to the neighboring house.
(Having no real owner but plenty of families sure has it’s advantages,)
she thought as she trotted up to the door. She had her head halfway
through the pet door when she heard a forlorn meow from the side walk.
“Huh?” She immediately stopped her present course and ventured toward
the side walk. With a hesitant step she looked through the metal gate
and watched a cat being carried off in in a cat carrier in the direction
of the airport. “A cat-napping!” she screeched, scrambling through the
gate and running after the cat. Being a kitten she was barely able to
keep the fast walking human in sight but was able to rest when the
figure stopped to call a cab. Malachi jumped up onto the bumper of the
taxi and rested her weary paws for a few minutes. When they reached the
airport the cat jumped off and followed the cat carrier as best she
could. She hopped on the conveyor belt with the carrier and started
alarms sounding all around the airport.
Malachi gave a screech, jumped off the belt, and started running down a
moving side walk but stopped short when a man in a blue uniform jumped
in front of her and brought a net down around her. She hissed and
clawed at the man who held her discreetly at arm’s distance. “What do
we do with this . . . thing?” the gaurd asked his companions.
“Just toss it out,” another shrugged. The others seemed to agree with
the man. The gaurd with the net walked to the nearest exit, which
happened to lead out to the runway, and unceremoniously dumped her out
onto the ground.
Malachi was unprepared as the ground rushed up to meet her and she
immeditely flipped around and landed on her feet. After gathering her
wits about her she spotted the carrier sliding down along a belt and ran
after it. She jumped onto the belt that carried her up into the belly
of the airplane.
“HELLO?!” she called, jumping onto a package to avoid some oncoming
pieces of luggage. She walked along the package, eyeing the ground
carefully. In the distance she vaguely heard a man call, “That’s it.
Close ’er up!”
The cargo bay began to move as the doors closed up the plane. “Uh-oh,”
Malachi whispered as she realized what happened. She was tossed about
as everything began to move. Finally, when everything settled down, she
scrambled out from under a few light cardboard boxes and shook her head.
“Ugh.” She wrinkled her nose and began searching for the cat-napped
cat. “Hello?” she called, but was drowned out by the starting of the
planes engines. “Not again!” She jumped up onto a metal ledge and
struggled to find a safe place to keep herself until everything had
somewhat settled down to normal. She tried vainly to hold onto her
perilous perch but finally fell down when the plane started to move
forward. (Gotta not get squiched!) She left over each piece of baggage
as they came flying at her and when the plane finally straightened out
several pieces fell forward, almost squishing her. Malachi was in the
front corner of the cargo bay, fur on end and claws extended. Her eyes
darted about as she watched for any more oncoming pieces of luggage.
Then, deciding that it was safe she resumed her search for the cat. She
finally found the sick tabby and yelped with surprise, “HEY! I found
you! Hold on, I’ll get you out of here in a jiffy.” She tugged
relentlessly at the lock but had to stop and rest.
“What’re you doing?” the tabby called.
“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll get you outta here.”
“Stop it,” it demanded weakly. “I’m not cat-napped. I’ve been bought
and paid for. See?” The tabby reached around her neck to show Malachi
the license.
“Jeezlepeetz! Then I ran after you, jumped into a plane to
who-know’s-where, all for nothing???!!!” Malachi flopped back onto her
haunches and gave an exasperated sigh. Eventually, she turned to the
sick cat and asked, “Then why were you making such a fuss?”
“Travel always makes me sick.” Then, as to prove a point, the tabby
turned around and hacked.
“Well, that’s just great! I’m stuck on an aiplane going someplace where
I don’t want to with a cat-napped cat who isn’t cat-napped!!” She paced
around the carrier in a huff.
“Please don’t walk in circles. You’re makin’ me sick.”
“Opps. Sorry.” Malachi flopped down in front of the cage and said, “So
. . . tell me about yourself . . .”
As the cargo bay opened Malachi used her magical powers to quietly
disappear unnoticed by the airline crews. She yawned and began her
search to find out where she was. staing quietly, “I don’t think I’m in
Kansas anymore.”. Voices sounded all around her and the dark,
foreboding clouds that covered the earth didn’t look like a good sign to
her. Her muscles tensed as she sniffed the air and hissed, “A storm’s
heading this way.” She scampered off into the airport and looked and saw
a huge sign that said “WELCOME TO GATWICK”. “Oh no,” Malachi
whispered. “I’m in England.” After recovering from her shock she
decided to find a cab, although not one of the easiest for a kitten, and
get out of there. She ran outside and carefully listened to some
coversations to see where different cabs were going to. She heard one
mention London and quickly hopped, unbeknownst to the other passenger,
into the cab. Catching a quick cat nap during the ride she immediately
woke up when the car door opened and hopped out into the rainy streets
of London. She quickly surveyed her surroundings and decided that this
had to be a high class part of London. She jumped up under the overhang
of an apartment and shook most of the water off of her. Suddenly, the
jetlag of the unexpected flight and the excitement of the day finally
got to Malachi and she laid down on the front porch and fell asleep.
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