This blog is dedicated to my bro, who turned fifteen today! I hope you get a great birthday and lots of presents.

Happy birthday Zakry potato Mustaqim!

 

 

First of all I know you hate reading but yeah, read this lame attempt of kittens! It's the least I can give to you! :) Bad sister is bad

I hope you like kittens!Iknowyoudo.Ohandyoufinallyusedsmileys!

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Zack stood still in front of the seemingly innocent, sweet, adorable kitty in front of him.

 

Carefully, he inched closer to the kitten, which was resting comfortably (or so it may seem) on his red couch, big wide eyes concentrated in an intense staring competition with its new owner. Said kitten tilted its head, cutely, if that is even possible, ears twitching at every movement the boy in front of him made.

 

A little bit more, just a little bit more, Zack made an inner support team.

 

One,

 

Two,

 

…and bam!

 

The ‘adorable’ kitten went out of sight leaving Zack with three open cuts across his face and oh my, he cupped his mouth, wincing at the pain brought by the contact of his skin against his cuts. The kitty shredded some of the couch’s leather in its attempt to escape the human. Zack moved closer to the damaged area, face scrunching in process. His mom is so going to shred him into pieces when she see the damage.

 

The teenager stood straight and eyed the kitten, now seeking coverage under the bookshelf at the other side of the room.

 

Two hours into getting the kitten from a certain tall lanky, bespectacled best friend (Ricky to be precise), Zachary is losing his mind. The kitten had knocked down the entire shelf of his family’s cereal, poured the milk all over the kitchen’s counter in a desperate need for drink and successfully tore Zack’s favourite green jumper.

 

This won’t go, he decided. Zack was always ever so comfortable with cats; he loved them, quite frankly. So why who gave this one little piece of hell the rights to ruin that? Oh right, let me remind you of Ricky-again. So, Zack spent the next 40 minutes trying to catch the kitten and put the furry ball into the bag that came with and threw it quite harshly into his bicycle’s compartment.

 

He rode his way to his basketball practice building, guessing that his team is still there for its only 10 in the morning. The boy left his bicycle with a loud thump and grabbed the cat bag (whatever you call it, he doesn’t give a care in the world) before thrashing it in front of Ricky’s face.

 

“Here! Take this little piece of furry trouble back!”

 

Ricky had ‘surprised’ written all over his face. “But why? We all knew you liked cats,” The taller guy protested. No way in heavens is he going to take the kitten he got in trouble for from his sister from Zack.

 

“Not this one! That evil monster hated me!”

 

A hand reached to open the bag/cage and cradled the white kitty. “Aww, how is this furry perfection an evil monster?” Luke the kitten’s underside and the small creature purred in content as it leaned into the touch. Soon, the entire basketball team was crowding around the kitty that has yet to be named.

 

Even the girls were coming.

 

Zack sighed. He has always been this guy who never craved for attention because he thinks he has enough he doesn’t need more than that. But this, this, is going a little bit overboard. The kitty has taken over his house and now his friends too? Zack has also been this somewhat a composed guy. He rarely loses his temper or guard and he is not going to lose it now.

 

He sighed and tried to gain his composure.

 

That’s it. You’re going down you nasty little monster.

 

He was about to lunge into the crowd and snatch the kitten away from what was then Aisha’s hands but as soon as he moved forward the kitten jumped off the girl’s hands before throwing itself at Zack’s lanky figure, successfully knocking him into the ground.

 

Zack was caught by surprise.

 

The kitty continued to his face, now acting all angelic in contrast to its past behavior.

 

Zack could not help but smile at the small gesture, forgetting all nasty plans he had in mine.

 

Oh well, might as well enjoy this fluffy birthday gift, he thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

--sis