Down the hall was a slow muffled patter of tiny feet. Tip toes, as silent as possible. He leaps. THUD! Heart pounding, eyes alert, senses on edge. No movement. Again, he leaps. Success. Slowly he creeps near his prey. Coiling himself, he prepares. Pounce! "Ugh!" Brittany woke up to the feeling of a bowling ball being thrown onto her stomach. “Lord Tubbington!” The blonde pushed the fat cat off her stomach. The overweight animal jumped off her bed with a loud thump. Glancing at the clock she noticed it was eight thirty am. “Bad Tubbington,” she yawned and plopped her head back on her pillow. The cat noticing Brittany’s actions jumped back onto the bed as gracefully as a twenty five pound cat could.
Meow meow meow. Brittany ignored him as long as she could but it was evident that he wanted attention. Finally after a few minutes of Lord Tubbington’s incessant meowing, he got the blonde to get up. Brittany checked her phone, no texts, no calls, everybody was probably still asleep. The cat led the way to his food bowl which was disturbing empty. Brittany looked around the fridge and noticed that there was a plate of French toast; grabbing it she put a few slices in Lord Tubbington’s bowl and went back to bed. It was too early to be up.
The sun filtered through Brittany's room, waking the girl up. Laying in bed for a few minutes she gave herself some time to fully wake up. Ten thirty. It was still pretty early but since it was the first day of summer it didn't matter. Brittany went through her morning routine, brushed her teeth (which started after Carl said her teeth would fall out if she didn't), washed her face, did her hair and make up. Hungry, Brittany went downstairs.
"OH MY GOD. LORD TUBBINGTON?" He was facedown in his food bowl. She gave the fat cat a nudge, no movement. With some effort she picked him up, nothing. Running to her room she grabbed her phone and called Santana. No answer.
Sliding open her phone she typed rapidly, "CALL ME IT'S AN EMERGENCY PLEASE!"
