AAOOOSC! #10

On the other side of the country at the same time, Beau is lounging on his sofa, immersed in his phone.

Rounding the foot of the sofa is Spikey. He peers up at his caretaker, noting that he must do something productive. Oh Beau, come on, let’s go do something better, Spikey thinks to himself.

He then trots over to Beau and instead of jumping up and plopping himself on Beau, he begins meowing at him, hoping to get some words out of him: “Miau, miau, miau, miau, miau…”

Beau continues playing around on his phone, not acknowledging his cat.

“Miau, miau, miau, miau--”

Ding-dong!

Beau immediately straightens up, looking up toward the door’s direction. “Pizza!” He happily jumps up, rushes across the living room, drops his phone off on the dining room on the way, and disappears in the foyer.

Spikey turns around and eyes the phone with a glare. I must hide it.

He menacingly pads over to the table, eyes glued on the slim electronic device. He then launches up to the table, landing perfectly on the surface. Okay, now where to hide it…

Spikey gazes around his surrounding, finding the perfect place to find it. Then he spots it in the kitchen: a cabinet way up high above the microwave. Perfect!

Naturally, Spikey places his paw on the phone to hold it like how he usually would do to hold a phone. But instead, he paws it. Spikey looks down with shock: His paw is smaller than the phone itself!

He taps his paw on the phone, then begins to bat it with both paws in a frenzy. Then he hears the door closing and the footsteps of Beau approaching him.

GAH! In a split-second decision, Spikey plops himself on top of the phone. With that, the phone is completely under his white fluffy self and out of sight.

Beau ambles back into view with a box of pizza. He places it next to Spikey, then scans the contents of the dining table’s surface with his eyes: Pizza, plates, a table mat, napkins, stick tape, phone-- cat?

He makes a puzzled look. “Where’s my phone? I thought it left it on the table.” He gazes down at Spikey. “Spikey, do you know where my phone is?”

“Miau,” Spikey replies, attempting to look as innocent as possible.

Beau’s hands begin to reach out toward Spikey. Spikey drags himself away from him to keep the phone underneath him and stay out of Beau’s reach. Beau’s hands continue following the cat as the cat goes on dragging himself around the table.

When Beau realizes that he can’t grab Spikey, he stops chasing him. “I’m just gonna have to call my phone then.” He walks off into the living room, where the home phone is located. He picks it up and starts dialling his cell phone’s number.

Suddenly from the dining room, One Direction’s “Clouds” starts blasting from underneath Spikey including an array of vibrations. Spikey’s eyes fly open at the cacophony, but manages to hold his ground.

With the home phone in his hand, Beau warily steps up to Spikey. “Spikey…” He drops the home phone on the table and reaches out at Spikey once again.

Spikey attempts to duck out of Beau’s hand’s way, but with all the singing and vibrating, he couldn’t move as efficiently as before and is scooped up. The buzzing phone is revealed.

With Spikey slung over his arm, Beau snatches the phone with his other hand, turns off the ringtone, and stares at his screen. “LOOK AT THIS: ONE MISSED CALL!” He pauses as he reads who it is from. “Oh, it’s from me.”

Spikey turns to give Beau a glare. He then squirms himself out from his grasp and hops on the floor. He begins trotting into the living room when he feels a tingle in his nose. He halts. He breathes in. And--

“AH-CHOO!”

Poof!

Spikey’s fur immediately poofs outward due to the mighty force of the sneeze. And with that, he begins floating up toward the ceiling. AHHHH!!! What’s going on?! But all the comes out are panicked ‘miaus’ as he flails his paws.

Back on his phone, still standing at the same place, Beau is messing around on his phone. But then he catches his cat floating upward from the corner of his eye.

“Hey, Spikey,” he says, turning to face his flying cat. “How did you get up there?” He turns back to continue whatever he is doing on his phone. He then pauses as reality clicks in.

Beau snaps his head up to look at his cat bouncing away from him against the ceiling; he has an appalled face. “SPIKEY!!!” He drops his phone and begins following Spikey hastily.

While Beau is chasing his floating cat around the living room, Robert comes into the house. He stops at the entrance of the living room, watching the scene in front of him with a bewildered look.

“What are you doing?” he asks Beau vigilantly.

Beau halts to look at his friend. “I’m trying to get Spikey-- he’s floating!” He points up at Spikey, who is rolling over to the ceiling that is above the second floor.

Robert spots Spikey and shakes his head. “Only you would get a floating cat, Beau.” He then steps in deeper to help Beau out get his floating cat back down.

Spikey continues skipping along against the ceiling while an angry look: Please fix me back to my old self, Tarvares!

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