You were just about to point out a cat, when a sudden though hit you, causing your spirits to drop. You didn't have your wallet with you. How where you going to pay the adoption fee? Today really wasn't your day.
Sighing, you explained the situation to Elizabeta, face flaming. She smiled, telling you to come back tomorrow, it was an open house when all the cats were allowed to roam freely in the lobby. Promising to return, you left, feeling slightly disheartened.
Getting into your car, you sat for a moment, wonder what to do next. After a while, you sighed, turning the car towards the nearest fast food place. With any luck, the man you were looking for would be there.
Once again, it seemed like fate had decided to give up on you. You could not find Alfred anywhere. It was strange, usually the American was always in a fast food place, eating the restaurant bare or wolfing down half of a buffet. After giving up on restaurants, you tried some of his other haunts, he wasn't in the movies, skate park, or even the gym. (Although the last one was a long shot seeing as the man barely ever set foot in there if he could.)
Finally you resorted to calling him, only to be disappointed again when your message went straight to voice mail. Next step was to call his brother, who thankfully picked up.
"Hi Mattie! Is Al there, He's not picking up his phone."
A brief silence greeted you before the Canadians soft voice answered.
"Uh, yeah... Al... Al isn't exactly able to get to the phone at the moment."
You felt your spirits dip. You had really wanted to talk with him, he was one of the only men you knew who could lift your spirits just by laughing or giving you a goofy grin.
"But um.... There's a tiny problem and I kinda need your help."
It wasn't a tiny problem. It wasn't even a normal size problem.
Matthew gave you a helpless look before turning back to look at the cat on the kitchen floor. The cat in question was currently having a small feline meltdown, flailing about as if he were about to die.
"How did this happen?"
The Canadian looked slightly sick. "Well.... He ate one of Arthur's scones."
You gave him a shocked looking, "Willingly?!"
Shrugging Matthew rolled his eyes, "We are talking about Al."
True. The man was known for eating absolutely anything. Which was quite disgusting to watch, especially when he chose strange and often extremely greasy food.
"And Arthur somehow turns people into animals by feeding them?"
Matthew gave you a resigned look, "Apparently there's an entire shelter filled with people Arthur turned into cats."
Wonderful. It must be reassuring to know that you're father was a magic obsessed psycho who didn't mind turning his children into cats.
"How can I help? I'm not versed in the ways of magic." You decided not to mention that you really didn't believe in it seeing as you had yet to find proof it actually existed. A doubtful little voice in the back of your mind reminded you that this was probably all a big joke, cooked up by Alfred.
"According to Arthur, someone Alfred really likes has to find a key word to undo the transformation."
You pursed your lips, staring down at the hysterical cat. It did look a bit like Alfred, you would admit that much. It's light blue eyes matched your friend's. The light brown ruff of fluffy fur around his neck looked a bit like the bomber jacket Alfred insisted on wearing. When you squinted, you could see silvery stripes, making it look as if the cat had glasses.
"But why me? I'm just one of his many friends. Shouldn't he be staying with you or Arthur?"
Matthew blushed, "Um... He actually likes you... a lot."
So here you were. Sitting on your living room floor as Alfred paced around, his tail whipping back an forth in agitation. Your mind was racing, what would this Keyword be? Something simple? Hopefully, know Alfred did give you the upper hand in this messed up guessing game.
The cat stopped, sitting in front of you, an expectant look on his tiny face.
Was the transformation gradual? Would it take a few days for him to turn back or was it a quick process? You wished Matthew had told you more, but knew he probably was just giving you everything Arthur had told him.
"French Fries, Hero, Star, America, uhhhh, Rainbow?"
At the last one, the cat glared, it's fluffy tail whipping back and forth. You gave it an exasperated look.
"For all I know the word could be Fortnight!"
You paused, then frowned, "Never mind, British phrases probably won't work."
The cat huffed, as if insulted. You sighed, leaning back in your seat. How long where you going to be stuck with this job? Still quite sure this was a joke, you half expected the real Alfred to pop out of a closet with a video camera, uproarious with laughter.
No such luck.
For the next hour you blurted out random words, feeling like you would be better off reading the dictionary. The suspicion that you were being pranked increased with each word, making you feel like an idiot.
"I give up. This is hopeless." Standing you walked out of the room, lips pursed in annoyance. Alfred followed, his tiny claws making clicking sounds on the floor. Walking into your bedroom, you flopped onto your bed, letting out a sigh.
Alfred jumped onto your bed, curling up next to you. Poking the cat's side you smirked, "I bet the keyword is really lame."
Pausing you narrowed your eyes, trying to pick a word that Alfred would classify as lame.
A sudden though struck you Lame. Alfred used the word a lot and it was almost always accompanied by.....
Alfred laughed at Matthew, shaking his head. "Dude Aquaman is so lame, Capitan America could kick his ass any day."
You rolled your eyes, picking up the glass of orange juice. "That's what you say about every super hero who isn't Capitan America."
"They're all lame compared to him!"
"Geez Al. Obsessed much?"
Rolling his eyes the cat mewed, protesting your accusation. You took a deep breath, eyebrows raised.
With a dramatic bang and a copious amount of smoke, the cat was suddenly replaced by your best friend. He grinned, fist pumping.
"I knew you could do it dude!!!! Mattie would have totally stunk at this!"
You glared, arms crossed. Smiling flickering, Alfred tugged on the collar of his jacket nervously.
"What did you learn from this?"
The blonde paused, light blue eyes downcast. "Pick an easier word?"
You scowled, whacking him on the shoulder.
"NO!! Don't eat Arthur's food!!"
He muttered something about being hungry, face bright red. You grinned, knowing that he was too cute for you to stay angry for long.
"Want to go get something to eat?"
You laughed as the blonde practically dragged you out of the house. Deciding to find
Alfred had certainly made your day a little more interesting. And, you thought, it was good you hadn't adopted any of the enchanted cats at the shelter. It was selfish, but having to deal with one was enough for you.