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Chapter Three

As soon as I saw the human boy, I let out a cry of joy and almost jogged over. But I stopped myself. What if it’s a trick? I mean, these cats don’t seem to like me very much. I hesitated to walk over to the boy. But my instincts took over. He was a human, wasn’t he? So I cautiously walked over to where he was standing. “Um...hi,” I said uncomfortably. He stared at me. “My name is Addison,” I tried again. But he just kept staring. I waited patiently for him to speak. Finally, he spoke. “Welcome.”He spoke in a friendly voice, but his eyes showed otherwise. They were cold and stared at me with pure disgust. And they were...well, plum colored. “I, uh, like your eyes,” I said stupidly. But he just grinned and said, “Thanks. I inherited them from my mother.” I stifled a gasp. I had thought they were colored contacts, but they were real! I guess he just needed to warm up a little, because he started blabbing as if nothing had ever happened. “So, I guess you know this is Caticus. I’m actually the grandchild of Great Milkypaw, but I don’t like to brag. Anyway, how long have you been in Caticus?” My jaw hung open and I tried and failed to close it. “You-you’re the grandchild of the Great Milkypaw? Wow, I am soooo honored to meet you!” I shouted, bowing down on my knees. He frowned at me. “WHAT are you doing? I’m the grandchild of Gray Minipaw, not the great lord!!” “Oh...,” I said sheepishly. “I knew that.” He rolled his eyes but recovered quickly by saying, “Anyway, want to come with me to my house? Well, actually, we’re having a remodel right now, but you can come in the backyard.” I nodded my head yes and we left down the gravely trail. A couple minutes later we arrived at his house. “Hey,” I said, “You still haven’t told me your name.” He didn’t answer, so I nudged him in the shoulder. “My name is Jishimo Minipaw, okay?” I choked back a laugh. “Seriously? Your name is Jishimo Minipaw?!” He glared at me. “Look, it’s not my fault that Jishimo Minipaw is my name. I hate it, and as soon as I turn eighteen I’m going to change it. But for now, just call me Josh, okay? I don’t like that name either, but at least it’s better.” I giggled, but agreed to call him Josh. “So, Josh,” I said, “what do you want to do?” I barely got to finish my sentence before a hideous, fat lady came running out of the house, her fat jiggling around her. “Visitors! Goody goody! We’ve got to get you a snack, li'l cutie!” said the fat lady while pinching my cheeks. “Now c’mere, and I’ll boil a little stew for you.” Then she dragged me across the Minipaw’s front lawn.