The cat looked at the girl, tempted to remind her of his dignity. But as always, his hard sunlit eyes softened when they looked at his young charge. She was a sweet thing, a small playful human girl of four or five years, with pale gold hair and eyes as blue as the sky. The cat was currently being held in a most undignified fashion, his legs dangling off in the air and his body held stiff in the space between her arms and body. The girl swung him around, and his livid gold eyes bulged slightly. But he put up with it, albeit ungracefully. He put up with a lot, as was usual with human children of this age, but she was sweet and meant no harm.
“Wee!” she cried gleefully, spinning in circles with the cat held out in her arms, beginning to stumble as the dizziness crept over her. But as the cat clutched to her, eyes wide, she slowed, and finally, set him down. He sat in front of her, gazing at the child rather grumpily.
“You don’t like that, Leti?” she asked him worriedly. She stopped, thought for a moment, her brows creasing as her mind worked. “Let’s go play with the Iso-tammi!” She scooped him up and began to march in the direction of the garden. At the door out of the house, a woman with fair skin and dark hair scooped her up, cat and all, and smiled as the child squirmed in her arms.
“Aïti!” the girl shrieked in happiness. The cat winced and wished he could cover his ears. “Mama, let me down, let me down right now! Please?” Her mother smiled, once again, and chuckled.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe. Where were you going, Lemmikit, with your poor kitty in hand like that? Don’t you think he can walk himself?” she questioned.
“Yeah, but I’m carrying him! Isn’t that fun?” Lemmikit grinned impishly at her mother, and the cat s...
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... sun does. The moon and the sun will be in the sky together for that moment until the moon disappears into the House.”
“Thomas! Violet! Come eat dinner!” shouted their mother, and the children ran into the dining room to eat with their parents.
“I had a really weird dream last night… But I can’t really remember it…” Thomas trailed off, looking rather confused.
“So what constellations did you see this time, Thomas?” asked their father.
“All the usual ones. But it’s weird. I could swear that the Cat moved, ‘cause now it’s twining around the base of the Flower.”
When his parents shooed Thomas into bed, he peered into his telescope for one last look.
The Cat was still there, curled up around his Flower. His eyes were bright stars, shining strong against the night. And for a moment, one of them went out, then shone again.
"Mom! Dad! The Cat winked at me!"