Celta Cats by Robin D. Owens

Author:Robin D. Owens [Owens, Robin D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781981709205
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2017-12-11T08:00:00+00:00

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Antenn talked and talked as they rode back to the smart House where they lived while Antenn’s adopted Dam worked with pretty fabric and tinting and furniture there. The man who owned the House was having a large party and a ritual this evening—and Pinky understood all of those concepts.

“Yes, I know about the party and ritual,” Danith said. “Rand and I will attend.”

Pinky lay on Antenn’s lap, purring. “Now you tell me all about the changing-into-a-Fam process.”

With much stumbling and slow words, Pinky did, and got a little shock when Antenn told him that what Pinky had thought had passed in one day, had really occurred over three. Pinky had no recollection of that, but when he probed his memory found dark spots like he’d just passed out from exhaustion.

Danith murmured, and stroked him now and then, too, and he decided he didn’t mind those dark times left in his head.

The glider stopped and the door raised and Antenn hopped out and ran with Pinky toward the front doors. Pinky rather liked the jogging, did like the closeness with his FamBoy. “Residence,” Antenn yelled at the house, and that word fit like a puzzle piece in Pinky’s head. What the smart Houses were called, Residence.

“Yes, Antenn?” the House said, in real words, because it had magic, too. Pinky thought it could put words in his head, too.

That is correct. Welcome, FamCat.

“Pinky is a Fam!” Antenn said. Sometimes he was a little slow.

Congratulations, Pinky, the Residence said and it echoed and Pinky knew it talked to him, and Antenn and Danith and Antenn’s Dam who walked toward them with grace nearly like a cat’s, smiling. The adopted Dam’s hair looked like fire and light caught it and Pinky admired it.

“Congratulations, Pinky!” caroled the Dam who didn’t have much Flair. “I’m so glad he managed to become a Fam. Now we can all talk together.”

“Thank you, Mitchella,” said Antenn.

Thank you, Mitchella, repeated Pinky.

Antenn ran up to her and they hugged, Pinky between them. She was very soft. Pinky liked this hug the very best.

Then Man-of-Many-Place-Smells, who the House owned, walked up to them and Mitchella stepped away. Pinky met the guy’s steady gaze and he reached out and knuckle-scrubbed Pinky on the head. “Congratulations, Pinky.”

Thank you, Pinky said. He did not know what other humans called this guy.

Man-of-Many-Place-Smells turned to Danith. “Do I owe—”

“Absolutely nothing. Helping Pinky was my pleasure.”

“Right. I want to thank you, also, for you and T’Ash coming tonight.”

“We wouldn’t miss it.”

“Later.” And he teleported away so smoothly and easily that Pinky envied his big Flair.

Mew. The snotty Drina descended the staircase with much posing to show off how pretty she thought she was. Oh, she said. It’s Danith D’Ash, my very good friend. The FamCat sauntered over to Danith and stropped her ankles. Pinky suppressed his hair that wanted to raise. Danith had helped him more, been with him more, been a better friend. He even refrained from sniffing, though he felt better when he saw Danith hide a smile as the petted the cat three times, then straightened.

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