Friday Morning – 10:00am…
Two mechanics were waiting outside in the burning sun near the entrance of the yard. Jake shielded his eyes from the killer rays of the sun and was on the look out for the automobile of Ms. Furlong while Chance was leaning on a post mumbling to himself.
“Are they there yet?” Chance asked for the seventh time.
“For the seventh time already, no!” Jake yelled.
“Oh, kat litter,” he cursed under his breath as he pulled his cap closer to his sweating face.
Just then, a truck full of scrap passed by and stopped in front of them. A window was rolled down and a fat head stuck out. “If it isn’t the two losers who are desperately waiting for their mama to arrive,” Murray cooed.
“It’s none of you’re freakin’ business, Murray!” Jake tried to ignore them.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just curious why your moms need to come and make sure you’re getting enough milk and…”
“Don’t you dare talk about my mother like that, you overweight midget!” Chance growled.
“Oh, look who’s talking now, mama’s boy,” Burke cackled.
“Shove a wrench in your mouth!” Chance managed to grab one from the toolbox he brought along, and he looked mighty serious.
“Uh, Chance…” Jake tapped his pissed looking partner.
“So, does your mommy have to come all the way here to bring your teddy?” Murray continued.
“Lay off!” he snapped.
“I said lay off!”
Jake knew it wasn’t a good time to interrupt Chance with the temper of his.
“Little Chance can’t sleep without his teddy,” Burke said in a kitten’s voice.
“Here you go, son!” Murray handed him a dusty pillow and Burke hugged it.
“Thanks, mommy, you know how I can’t live without it.”
“All the best for my big boy or should I say…Ouch!” a hand bag had smacked Burke right in the face.
“How dare you talk about my son like that, you pathetic, wasted moron!” A light brown she-kat, wearing an enforcer uniform, with her sleeves rolled up was able to knock Burke out.
“Geez, lady… we… we… we were only kidding,” stammered a frightened Murray when he saw what just happened to his brother.
“Oh, really!” She was ready to whack him dead, but, as fast as he could, he turned on the engine and drove off, screaming in a high pitched voice. “Momee!”
“Whoa, Ms. Furlong, you really beat the heck out of those two.” Jake stood watching their truck drive off.
“It was nothing.” She rolled her sleeves back and dusted her uniform.
“Mom, is that you?” Chance dropped the wrench and hugged her. Even in her forties, she still looked so young and pretty for her age. She had wavy, flowing bloody red hair and bright red eyes that really fitted her.
“Chance, is that you? My, you’ve grown since the last time I hugged you.” She hugged her son tighter.
“It sure did.” He couldn’t already breathe.
“If those two clowns ever bother you like that again…”
“Don’t worry, mom, I can handle them jerks, but thanks anyway.” Chance forced a smile.
“Now I know where Chance got that temper of his…,” Jake commented but came to his senses when he saw their faces. “I mean… you know… oh, never mind.”
“And, you too, Jake. You’re a fine handsome tom-kat just like Chance.” She smiled and gave him a pinch on the cheek.
“Oh shucks, Ms. Furlong.” The chocolate kat blushed.
“Oh crud, I really wish I could stay longer, but I’m already late for the meeting.” Ms. Furlong frowned.
“But, you just arrived!” Chance frowned too.
“I’m sorry, son, but I can’t afford to stall this time.”
“So, um… where’s Katrina?” Jake changed the subject.
“Oh my gosh, she’s still in the car!” the mom ran to a red van that had been parked minutes ago.
She opened the van, and a light brown pre-teen kitten walked out, listening to her diskman. She had the resemblance of her mom, but this time straight bloody red shoulder length hair with matching bright red piercing eyes. She had two studs in each ear and a ring in each cartilage (the top portion, so 6 earrings all in all). She wore a white hoodie shirt with a dead kat skull (you know, ‘x’ eyes and a tongue sticking out). Stripes ran down her arms. Below, she wore faded jeans and orange low-cut sneakers. She had two sharp fangs sticking out of her mouth. With her, she carried a duffel bag packed with her clothes for the weekend and another bag that seemed to be heavy.
“Katrina, where are you’re manners?” Ms. Furlong raised her voice a little so that her daughter could hear her from the loud punk rock music that was playing in her pierced ears.
She turned off her diskman and put it away. “Uh, hi,” she greeted in a shy voice.
“Hey there I’m Jake, Chance’s best friend.” He gave her a hand with one of the bags.
“I’m Katrina, but you can call me Kit.” She smiled at the skinny friend then turned to her muscular brother.
“Oh, yeah hi.” Chance grinned and grabbed the other heavy bag. “Man, what’s in here!”
“Oh yes, you see, Katrina here loves to skate… a lot. So, she brings her skateboard and gear with her everywhere she goes,” Ms. Furlong explained.
“Is it necessary?” Chance grumbled.
The mom sighed and gave her son one last hug. “I’m counting on you, Chance. Please don’t be too hard on her,” she whispered. Then she went to her daughter. “Kit, be a good girl, ok, and please take it easy on the board, will you.” She gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you too, mom.” She forced a smile.
“Thank you so much for giving us your time, Jake.” She got in the drivers seat.
“Anytime, Ms. Furlong.” He waved.
Then, the trio watched as the van drove off and out of sight.
Kit sighed and looked at her shoes. It was her first time to be away from her mother.
“Don’t worry, Kit, you’re gonna love it here… Right, Chance? Chance?” Jake turned to find that the bags, and Chance, were gone.
Sorry for the short chap. I don’t really know much about Murray and Burke as much as before… hehe. So, what do you think of my character Kit and Ms. Furlong? Well, I’m ready for another chap. Please review, peeps, and tell me what you guys fink.
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