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Mistoffelees eyes blinked opened, and he looked around the room he was in. Well, it looked like a living room of some sorts. There was a record player and a boom box in the corner. Next to it, a rack of CDs. In the middle of the room was a fireplace, and on top was a snow globe and two pictures of a young looking tom. Perhaps Mistoffelees age.
After a while, Mistoffelees realized there was a blanket wrapped around him, and that he was on a couch. Who's house was this? Where was the owner? Why was Mistoffelees here?Â
He could smell something yummy, coming from where he thought the kitchen must be. It smelt...spicy? Mistoffelees wasn't a cook, and didn't know much about making food. He loved to eat it though.
From the kitchen came the young tom in the photos, except his hair looked different and his face a bit more slim. He had a blue bowl in his hands, full oh the yummy something Mistoffelees had smelt before. "Oh! You're awake." Spoke the cat, putting the bowl on the nearest table. "Are you cold? Or m-maybe too warm?" They asked.
"Who...where..." Mistoffelees mumbled, feeling light-headed.
"Oh! Right, you don't know what's going on I suppose. I found you passed out in my backyard, y'know, that big forest. I was just gonna walk you to a police station, have them deal with ya but..." The young tom looked away for a moment, eyeing the door, then turned back to the tuxedo. "Who would want to wake up and be bombarded with questions? Not me."
The young tom gave a smile and Mistoffelees could feel butterflies fill his stomach. "I made you some Gumbo, my mom's recipe, bless her heart." The young tom handed Mistoffelees the Gumbo. It was red, the bowl was hot, and just like before it smelt...spicy. It had a variety of meats. Pork, sausage, shrimp, and prawns. It also had lots of veggies, mostly green. White rice was there too.
"Go on, eat up. I have more in the kitchen for me to eat..if that's what you're worried about." The younger tom spoke, before leaving back to the kitchen. He then came back out and handed Mistoffelees a spork. "My mom used to give us sporks, said that it gave her less dishes to do." Mistoffelees hesitantly took the spork, and scooped up some of the soup-stew. He then ate then drank the mixture that was in the spork.
"It's very delicious.." Mistoffelees whispered. The young tom smiled.
"Glad to hear that. Now, what were you doing in my backyard?" Asked the young tom. "Oh! How rude! I forgot to introduce myself! I am The Rap Tap Tapper! But..you can just call me Tapper." Tapper introduced.
"I'm Mistoffelees..." The tuxedo uttered shyly. You too would be shy when in the presence of such a cutie. "And i..." Mistoffelees had to think for a moment. "I..was doing a magic trick, and it went wrong-"
"You can do magic?!"
"Yeah..."
Tapper stared at Mistoffelees in awe. "I've never known a cute magician...well...I've never known a magician...you're cute is uh what I'm trying to say." Both toms became red.
"I'm glad your first magician is a cute one. I've never met a cute host, whose backyard I passed out in, then again this is the first time I've passed out in someone else's backyard....I hope." They two smiled, and Mistoffelees went back to eating the gumbo.
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