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A Night in the Life of Miss Kitty Fantastico
Words by Asta Schmitz
Image by Deniz Ataman
Miss Kitty Fantastico stretched her limbs, entered the night and defecated in the neighbors' garden. She was the color of shade, invisible now except for her incandescent green eyes. Not entirely satisfied with the rations supplied by her own humans, she set off for a house that promised more food and adventure.
Where the forest marked the end of suburbia, a quaint little apartment stood beckoning. Its appearance never changed. While other inhabitants of this bloodless town covered the utilitarian bleakness of their homes with pastel hues, the twins who lived here had better things to do.
They were very alike, even to the keen senses of Miss Kitty Fantastico. The women had the same ivory skin and the same peculiar habits. Miss Kitty could only tell them apart because one of them developed an irresistible fish-like odor at the end of each month. Different but equally mouth-watering aromas seeped through the blinds now.
“Who’s a hungry boy?”
One of the sisters dangled a rodent in front of a python. The snake didn't respond.
“Me, me!” called Miss Kitty Fantastico.
“You're not a boy" said the woman, but Miss Kitty purred and head-butted till the sister gave her the mouse. She was happy to see Kitty but Big Slithery hadn’t moved since last time. Kitty used to be afraid to sit next to the thing but now she almost felt sorry for it. It just lay there. It didn’t even seem to mind that I ate its dinner.
Kitty hadn't seen the twins together in ages and Scaly had been down ever since.
The remaining sister kept talking to the snake until she picked up its considerable weight and Kitty followed them to the well hidden in their yard. The cat observed their ritual from a distance. It was definitely the other human who usually handled the python because this one almost dropped it into the abyss. They both drank the spring water and the skin fell off their bodies. The old people smell was gone. Kitty's stomach rumbled as the woman celebrated her renewed energy with an ecstatic dance in the moonlight.
Guided by the memory of crispy chicken wings, Miss Kitty Fantastico arrived at an eerie mansion in hostile territory. Even the cat flap radiated a gloomy vibe. A giant black and white tomcat ruled here but it was worth the try because even when pursued by the human resident there was ample time to drag a cockerel to safety.
Bound to an electric wheelchair, the owner could only meander through the vast, whirring house. The interior was cold and metallic, except for the objects on the wall. Miss Kitty prowled about in ominous silence. There was no life on this floor but plenty of aromas lingered. She caught a whiff of something familiar and wildly out of place. A toy. It reeked of the colossal tomcat but underneath was an older scent.
The cat froze. Nobody appeared. A shiver went through her. Slowly, she directed her paws towards the toy again.
She almost urinated on the copper tiles. Miss Kitty retreated. But the macabre cry returned. This time she recognized the disembodied voice. It belonged to the missing twin. Equally faint as the yelp, Kitty now also discerned the woman's lovely smell. It came from above, on the wall. She fixed her gaze in the darkness. There was a commotion within a tableau. She couldn't get a decent look because of the impractical angle, so she jumped.
Miss Kitty Fantastico's nails went through the canvas. She hung off the picture frame, swaying from side to side. An almighty din of voices rang in her ears till she and the painting crashed to the ground. Someone bustled about on the storey above and Miss Kitty bolted. But not without grabbing the toy on the way out. She ran back to the little apartment and dropped it at the rejuvenated lady's feet.
"Ooh, a present for your sugar mama? How thoughtful of you, Kitty. Wait. Is that my sister's bracelet? How… She never takes it off. Where did you get that?"
For a moment there I thought I was in trouble. Slithery came alive. It hugged the toy, kept sticking its tongue into it.
“Show me where you got this from, Miss Kitty.” She wasn’t threatening, she was pleading. They were both watching me intently. Purring with delight at all the attention, I lead the way.
Slithery and me went through the cat flap. The woman needed more time to get in. I hoped the Black and White Bully was around. I couldn’t wait for him to see me with reinforcements.
They followed me to the painting that was still on the floor. I licked it where it smelled of fish. The woman picked it up. She stared at it for a long time, like she didn’t know what to make of it. I moved away from Scaly, who started to give me the heebie-jeebies. He heard the howl as clearly as I did, but it took a while for the woman to recognize her sister on the canvas. It wasn’t only her sister but I didn’t know the other shouting humans.
“A pirate ship,” the woman whispered. “Needed a mermaid for their collection, did they? The idiot that turned you into a splash of paint should've known better. Picking a siren from a dynasty of witches, huh! Davy Jones is gonna sleep with the fish.”
In concordance, the snake hissed angry sibilants. A stir from the upper floor prompted the python to writhe its way up the stairs, into the tenebrous heart of the house. The woman followed in an infernal mood.
In a desolate ambience, the resident of the mansion whimpered at a shrine. Dark cyan candles illuminated a gargantuan portrait under which the man mangled his words in ill-contained desperation. To Miss Kitty Fantastico the space seemed bigger than before. All doors were open and a choking stench emanated from chambers usually locked.
"Master, what more can I do? I gave you my soul, I sacrificed my limbs. All my life, I've never broken my oath to you but I'm at a loss. What more do you want from me? If only you would give me a sign, point me in the right direction. If a mermaid's life force isn't enough to set you free, then what is?"
The irresistible scent of dead birds in a chalice consumed Miss Kitty Fantastico as the serpent crawled towards a murky hallway at the back. The witch was angry but careful. She accompanied the python while feline compulsions kept Miss Kitty close to the man and the poultry.
The denizen didn't move. Miss Kitty felt someone’s eyes on her. The man in the wheelchair did not notice the movements in the image in front of him. The figure puzzled the cat. It wasn't a bona fide human but its features were not without life, and it fixed its diabolical stare at her. She moved closer to the bowl.
Absorbed by their respective priorities, not a soul saw the snake launch itself at the man as its teeth pierced the aghast fellow's throat. He screamed. Miss Kitty screamed. The cat sprinted for cover. The woman started chanting, performing an abstruse ritual. She danced and shouted and the walls creaked as a preternatural wind swept through the rooms. Very faintly, the cat discerned voices coming from the hallway but the witch kept roaring incantations and there was too much going on to focus. The fury reached a crescendo and then there was silence.
The serpent let out a big burp. It had swallowed the man and his wheelchair. The woman supported her sister, who had a haggard look on her face but still smelled lovely to Miss Kitty. Slowly they made their way down the staircase. Other people, skin and bones, crawled about. The eyes in the portrait were dead.
Miss Kitty Fantastico just wanted to get away from the site of the cataclysm. Everyone was occupied and upset so she left on her own. That was a mistake. Outside, around the corner, waiting till the coast was clear, sat the black and white tomcat. Miss Kitty didn't notice him until it was too late.
The bully's paw immediately drew blood. His grimy claws entangled themselves in her skin. Her vision became hazy and the last thing she saw were luminous fish swimming in the night sky.
She woke up from the bloodcurdling sensation of water. The mermaid was smiling at her, exhausted. The siren's grip was feeble and as soon as Miss Kitty grasped the fact that she was surrounded by water, she turned into a veritable hellcat.
The fish woman called to her sister to lift them up and as soon as she found her balance, Miss Kitty Fantastico ran off, leaving the sisters at the well, dripping all the way home. The glow of the sun began lighting the sky when she reached her house and crashed.
"What happened to you, Kitty? Rough night?"
She opened one eye. Her human was talking to her, but she wanted to sleep. The human got the message and turned on the news.
"Mistysugar Police said a murder investigation has been launched after several bodies were found at an address on Cherry street. A spokeswoman confirmed that an arrest warrant has been issued for the property owner. The suspect, who is currently not in custody, is physically disabled but Mistysugar Police refused to comment on suggestions that the man may not have operated alone. In a further puzzling development, the suspect's cat was found fatally wounded…"
"Wow. A great day for humanity."
Miss Kitty's human hugged her.
"I'm glad you love sleeping so much. Keeps you out of trouble. The world is full of crazy people and they're always closer to home than you think."
Miss Kitty Fantastico purred and fell into a blissful sleep.
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