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Puss and Donkey started to sing on stage to start the fiesta now that shrek and Fiona were safe and together. Donkey started;
"She's into superstitions, black cats and voodoo dolls,"
At the mention of black cats, puss sang the next line with a passion; "I feel a premonition,"
He noticed that there was in fact a black cat in the crowd, and so he turned towards her; "That girl's gonna make me fall.."
She waved back before disappearing after the song had finished up. Puss felt like he maybe hadn't drank enough leche for this today, so he sang and danced till his throat felt dry and his legs ached. Just kidding, Puss in Boots never ached from doing much of anything! Like he had said once in his youthful days, he was the best at everything. But now he thought more of holding his tongue. He remembered just who had taught him that in the first place. At that thought he went back to join donkey for some more— this time Far Far Away Idol.
Once he had finished his part in the contest, he started to get ready to go back home— a spare room at the bar. Perhaps, he could have some more shots of leche.
But he didn't get to walk very far before he found a black cat in front of him. Her fur was jet black, yet her patches of white fur were only slight, around her eyes, which were.. hazel. "Hello."
Her voice was higher, and with a slight Far Far Away accent mixed in with Spanish.
"Uh- Hello, there, Senorita." He purred, lifting his hat off and then in front of him, and towards her.
She laughed lightly, most probably enchanted, and he readjusted his hat.
"You are Puss in Boots..?" She asked, though it almost sounded like a statement.
"The one and only."
"You like black cats?" She asked, and he was almost caught off guard. The warmness in her eyes was matched with his response, though.
"Well, are you not one?"
"You flatter me. Come."
***
Kitty softpaws was having a somewhat nice evening. One of those where she had stolen some very nice food and could sit outside where the temperature was good, and she did not have to hide. Today she sat on a hill, watching the nature below her, when she heard the loud pattering of human feet on the grass. She turned and gripped her dagger, but this human, who seemed to be carrying a bag of papers— a mailman, sprinted right past her and to the small bar-house behind her. He knocked on the door till the barkeep opened it. "What?" She asked.
"Uhm, I have mail for a um, miss Kitty Softpaws?" He called out the last part.
My eyebrows come together, and I stand up, bringing my food along with me. "What is it?" I ask.
He noticed me, looking down to find the source of my voice, and then looks back to the barkeep, who rolls her eyes.
I hold out my hand and he places a letter in it, before wandering off. I go back to my spot and continue enjoying my food, while slowly unsealing the letter.
Kitty,
Dearest Cousin,
I hope this letter finds you well.
It was her Cousin, Milky Way. After her failed marriage which she did not like to name, Kitty had found her, who somehow knew they were cousins (they indeed were, Milky's mother was the sister of El Guante Blanco, Kitty's true father, who she had figured out about not far from that time..) and spent an evening with her filled with much talk of many things.
Ever since, Milky had been sending her letters of wishing well, and light gossip.
I would like to let you know that I have seen that Puss in Boots you told me about.
Kitty's eyes widened, and she gripped the letter harder.
I hope you don't mind, but I tested his loyalty and have found that he is very much a cheater. Or, at the very least, I suspect that the reason he didn't show up to your wedding was his gross lust. I will have you know I found him performing as if in a strip club. He really is filthy.
Anyways, let me know if you need anything, dear.
-Milky Way XX
Kitty did not know what she wanted to do with this. She did feel her face drop with a frown.
That was just puss.. he did not want to settle down. He was filled with a filthy lust, or whatever milly way had said.
Kitty had just got caught up in it.
She was sort of disappointed. A lot of things seemed to imply that she was waiting for him to come back and apologize to his one true love for ever leaving.
But she was not his one true love.
He was an adventurer, and she supposed, his adventures stretched on to many cats.