I mewed plaintively as the car hit yet another bump and the car jarred. Brother joined me and added his low pitch to my high. The jeaned legs in front of just seemed to absorb the shock. We get the brunt of it, I thought unhappily, yowling at that last pothole. A disembodied head popped in front of the jeans. "Don't worry kitties," the head crooned. "We'll be home soon." I merely meowed again.

A voice floated from up front. "Honey, we're going to have to get to the gas station. I'm running on maybe two gallons." "Kay!" the head chirruped. There was a sharp run and the car stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief. Cars were wonderful things, but awfully scary.

The car door slammed, and the voice started muttering something about gas prices. My ears twitched as there was a click and a new face came into view. The face stuck her finger in between the bars of the cage, eyes probing us. Brother succumbed to her gaze first. He got up and walked to the finger, sniffing it. My curiosity aroused, I sniffed as well. She smelled . . . interesting. Definitely a female, she had the blood scent. It was her monthly time.

She inched her finger closer to me, and started petting my chest. I pulled my chin away at first, but then realized that it felt kinda nice. She was petting my ascot thing. Brother got jealous and started rubbing against the side of the cage. She petted him too. Jeans girl huddled down besides the other girl. I figured they must be sisters. They nearly looked like twins. Except that the one who had petted us first was obviously older. I haven't had a good look at a girl in a long time . . . over a couple hundred years I think. I loose track of time.

The door opened in and a slight lurch to the left side indicated that their mother . . . I think . . . had gotten in the car. "Mira! Helen! Get back in your seats right now!" she scolded them, and they immediately got into their seats and pulled the belt down. I got away from the cage door and prepared for even more jolts.

There was a loud thump, and the cage was set down on the floor. One that isn't going to move to different places, I noted with relief. The rattling of the door woke Brother, and the door opened. I cautiously peered out of the cage. Wow, was my only thought. The place was huge! Okay, I was a cat, and therefore one-sixth the height of a human, but it was still big. The room I was in now had two sofas, a TV, fireplace, working electric lights, shelves, a fountain, plants, and a computer to boot. Don't get me started on the other room. A full stereo system with CD, Cassette, video, radio, and phonograph capabilities. The kitchen! I can't even begin to describe the technological marvel.

I wandered around the house, taking in the wonderful place. This was so different from when I came from. Back then, pissing out the window was considered the height of civilization. Then that princess of that fairy who cast the curse! She was considered a beauty at the time, and she didn't even have a fraction of the beauty these sisters.

The five-step cleansing routine is a very good invention.

So is soap.

And shampoo.

Don't get me started on toothpaste and flea remover.

"Hey kitties!" one of the sister's voices called out. "Come on over here!"

Ummmmm . . . . . what am I supposed to do? I asked myself. I was deliberating between walking over to wherever the voice came from, or to settle down on one of their sofas.

I didn't have the time to make a choice. The one sister who had petted my ascot picked me up and headed up the stairs. "Here, Helen," she said. "Better give this one a bath first. He's got cat litter all over him."

I resent that comment! I thought indignantly, and then looked down. However true the remark may be, I still resent it!

The sisters paid no notice to my seething thoughts, and closed the door. One held a towel, and the other a shampoo bottle.

Are they going to take a bath? I thought to myself. Strange, the shampoo has a cat on the front.

I walked towards . . . . Helen, I think . . . and started pawing her knee, meowing. "Whatcha doing kitty?" she asked with a friendly smile. "Here, Mira. Hold him down."

Mira held me in the bathtub while Helen rubbed the shampoo all over me. Hey, this feels kinda nice, I thought. I wonder how they intend to take the shampoo out?

About ten minutes later, soaking wet and very annoyed, I managed to squirm my way out of the bathroom. Brother got his turn next. I could hear the indignant meows of annoyance. Mira walked out and started toweling me off. "Hey, Helen?" she asked into the bathroom, where Helen was drying Brother. "What exactly are we going to name these guys anyway? Didn't say on the adoption card that they had any name."

"Mnnnnnn," Helen's voice drifted towards us. "They're twins right?"

"Well, we don't exactly know. They could have another brother or sister. Cats usually have large litters. They're probably triplets with another cat at the AP," Mira called back.

Quadruplets, I thought. But the principle's the same anyhow. As long as they don't name me Fluffy, I'm okay with it.

"How about Fluffy?" Helen asked busily.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

"Don't be ridiculous Helen. Fluffy? That sounds like some sort of man- eating poodle." Mira shook her head.

"How about Castor and Pollux?" Helen suggested. "Y'know, the Greek twins?"

Mira thought a while. "Sounds good. Castor and Pollux it is. So this one's . . . ."

"I've got Pollux with me here," Helen said. "You have Castor with you."

I nodded satisfactorily at the names. Ironic that the immortal twin's name is mine, I thought wryly. Well, fairy, this is the first time in a while that I have a chance at regaining my form. What do you say to that?

Only the girl's chattering met my sensitive ears.

I hate it when the heavens don't listen.

Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!! I managed to get that written up in a day! I'm on a roll! I'm sorry for the POV mix-up last chapter, somehow the underscores got confuzzled. I am sticking to one POV per chapter now, less confuzzlement, and easier to write with. I only did it last chapter because I thought it needed it. THANK YOU TO ALL MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!! I LOVES YOUS! -falls to ground and grovels-

Sheik83- Again, fixed the POV. No, the cat does not have a real name yet, unless you count Castor. I'm not planning to reveal his name until he has his human form again. So any ideas for the name, I'd be happy to think about it.

Audrey Baxter- Fixing the POV. The prince came from the past, and has been many animals, so he actually came from over a couple hundred years ago. I'm not telling the time period yet, for suspense reasons. So, no, his family can't miss him, because they're all dead. I have a nice plot twist ready though, so stay tuned!

malevolent-death- Don't I know you? Yes, fixing POV, and here's your update!

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