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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story and any resemblance between real
people and places is unintended. It does deal with Transgender themes and
the supernatural. If these are not for you than stop here please! Thanks
again to Janet Nolan, Hope, Nellie and Paula for their great work and
patience in proofing and first reads. Any mistakes of course are mine.
This work was originally named a little different, Boots the Cat's Tale.
The reason for the somewhat altered title is I wrote other tale of a
feline and wished to make it a part of a small series. As I was re-editing
this one I made quite a few changes but this is still basically the same
story. Regardless of my ramblings please enjoy!
The Cat's Tale: Boots
by
grover
Her ears perked as she heard The One's slow lumber up the stairs with the
beat of a monotonous death march. With her tail swishing distractingly,
she scented the cold sandwich he'd had for lunch as well as the sadness
that followed him like a jinxed cloud.
As he opened the door, Boots greeted him with a welcoming purr and
received a friendly pat in return. It was only her just right as the
guardian of the household. In return The One fed and attended her needs.
He fondly scolded her as she wove between his legs in the old dance
between them. Slowly the gloomy frowns upon his face lifted from him as
she chased them away one by one. Boots followed him as he went in the
small kitchen and put down the rest of his burdens from the day.
The buzz of the man-thing assured her that her food would soon be
presented for her pleasure. Boots' cat eyes missed nothing as she ate. She
could see that the evil ones had once more been bedeviling her charge.
When he sank deep into his large recliner, she gracefully took up her post
in his lap purring softly to assure him that all was well.
From the moment they found each other she knew that this one was
different. Her distant ancestors from Temples of The Queen of Cats would
have recognized him, as did she, as one bearing the Gifts of The Lady.
Sometimes a cat is just a cat, except when she's not. The Queen chooses
who wakes and who sleeps. Boots, as she was to be called by The One,
wondered if the reason The Queen of Cats woke her, was because of The
Lady's Gifts he bore.
Precious indeed were her Gifts, and Boots wondered why this male had them.
As a male he was unable use those wondrous legacies meant to enrich the
lives of others. She had considered that perhaps in this one's last life
he might have done some terrible wrong and was being chained to this male
clay as his punishment on this turn of the wheel.
Boots discarded that notion for while fate might condemn such a one to a
lower form to learn a lesson, but never would it sanction this slow
endless torment. No, this had a touch of evil about it. Bowing her head,
she asked the Powers That Be for enlightenment.
Dream-walking one night a vision of knowledge was bestowed unto her. She
watched as The One's Ka was descending from the Upper Kingdom to its home
in the Middle for this turn of the wheel when a demon winged towards it.
Viciously the demon 'shoved' the descending Ka aside forcing it into the
wrong shell! Waking, she'd meditated in the sun long hours over what she'd
seen.
In the beginning, Boots thought the demon had done so out of some perverse
humor, but as she made The One's place her own, she could scent that the
demon had come there often.
What happened in the past was beyond her, but with grim efficiency she
made sure that no more would such trouble him in this place. Whether it
possessed the form of vermin or bug, she hunted them ruthlessly, but if
she kept The One's place safe from intrusion, she could do nothing for him
when he left.
Still, the demon continued to try her and she began to wonder why?
Certainly it was feeding on the misery it had caused, but why continue to
strive against her when she had proved she could defeat the forms it could
possess.
Boots soon had her answer, when one day The One pulled out a case full o
women's things. With care The One dressed and with a sad smile pulled on a
pair of heeled boots. Dancing around the small bedroom, The One soon came
face to face with a mirror.
She could see that The One's efforts to become more like she was inside
had fallen short of what The One desired. The pure heartache and pain was
so intense from his confronting the image in the mirror that she was taken
aback. That turned to panic when The One pulled a long metal claw and
placed it on his lap.
Shock electrified her and she flew to The One's side. Startled, The One,
hesitatingly put the claw down and let Boots do the best she could to
comfort her charge with her purrs and soft fur.
Tears fell and in a short while the woman's things were packed up again,
but every few weeks the cycle would repeat only to end in the same shame
and pain.
Boots was outraged! Finally, she understood why The One was being stalked.
This demon thing sought not just to feed on The One's pain, but if it
could force him to remove himself from the wheel, the demon could devour
The One!
How dare it cause such pain and even attempt to destroy one with the
Lady's gifts! Boots' diligence in guarding The One became noticeable even
to The One's few guests because of her possessiveness towards him as she'd
sit sphinx like in her duties.
It was going to try something soon, Boots knew as she lay in the crook of
The One's arm alert for danger. The end of this hunt was coming and the
demon was circling its prey, anxious for blood. Boots settled herself, and
in her dream-walk, asked The Queen for wisdom and courage for the battle
ahead.
That morning after The One had made breakfast for the two of them and left
with his lunch, Boots carefully checked every inch of her place. The demon
had whipped some lesser foul things into a frenzy and they had tried her,
but with claw and tooth she showed them no mercy.
She feared this was just to wear her down, but such impudence couldn't be
allowed. The last moves were being made and she sat in the window
gathering the meager warmth of the winter's sun to strengthen her for what
may come.
It was time for The One to return and for hours she had been scenting the
evil that lay just outside the threshold of her domain. Listening, she
heard the beginnings of The One's slow march up the stairs.
Boot's fur rose in challenge to the evil without, as The One opened the
door. The stench of the decay from the demon wafted like a foul miasma
thundering down the stairs towards them.
A dog, the demon had possessed a Dog! Boot's claws grabbed the wooden
floor as she sprang forward to defend The One. She knew that in all
likelihood that this was a gambit to end the game once and for all for it
wasn't a small dog.
The One, startled at the sudden appearance of the vicious animal at his
very door, quickly tried to get inside, but the maddened animal lunged and
forced the door aside. Knocked to the floor by the impact, The One tried
to find something to defend himself with, just as a blur of black and
white fury struck the fanged muzzle of the beast, attacking him.
Tooth and claw ripped and tore her enemy, but Boots knew she was
outmatched. This close, she could tell the dog had been driven half-mad by
disease even before the demon had possessed it and now it simply wanted to
kill.
The One had backed away from the give-no-quarter battle and was shocked
into paralysis by how his champion was being mauled by this hound from
hell.
She raked her bloody weapons across the demon-beast's sensitive nose again
and again knowing any normal dog would have long ago given up the fight.
This wasn't a skirmish in the age old argument between feline and canine,
but a fight-to-the-finish for an immortal soul.
As important as even that might be, it wasn't a conflict over just any
soul, but the soul of Her charge, one with the special attention of the
Lady herself. That placed this duel into another arena, all its own, of
good versus evil.
With so much at stake neither side could fold, for the loser would pay a
terrible price. Roars of damnation and yowls of defiance shook the small
dwelling while the significance and sounds of the battle were lost in the
flow of mankind's noise about them.
In her mad dance to inflict as much damage as possible before she fell,
Boots was a fraction too slow as those teeth snapped about her. Twisting
to lessen the damage, she almost made it when those jaws slammed shut.
With pain and blood, her proud tail flew from her, severed.
Very few alive had ever seen such a fight before, and years of pain and
anguish fed his paralysis of indecision. He wanted to aid his champion,
but didn't know how until he felt something hit his shoe. Boots proud
tail, that she had held high as her banner, lay fallen at his feet.
The pain drained her strength as the teeth savaged her and she knew that
this fight was over. Boots had hoped for more, but to give her life for
the Queen and The Lady was a worthy end. The demon behind the dog's eyes
gloated as it closed for kill.
It never saw the kitchen chair. The One, tormented to the edge of taking
his own life, exploded with fury seeing his loved one's mutilation, and
now he focused all that power in one tremendous blow.
The old, oaken kitchen chair, hewed and shaped by his grandfather's own
hands and now the only remaining piece of a set, shattered as it became
the conduit of the Lady's power. In that contest love overcame mere evil
and the Lady's will thwarted the demon's bid for power. Energy flared
vanquishing the foul bloodlust maddened beast. Its demon rider tried to
free itself in time, but was unable to outrun the Lady's wrath. Caught in
the destruction, it was no more.
The energy of all the souls, the demon had fed upon and tried to make its
own, swirled about it as it died. Boots prayed to the Queen and The Lady
for them to make right the wrongs the demon had done. Slowly her eyes
closed to the sobs of The One for his champion.
6 months later
Boots lay sunning herself in the window sill. Her battle had cost her
much, as her nub of tail demonstrated, but she wouldn't have had it any
other way. They were proud marks of a battle won and each was a badge of
honor.
The Lady and the Queen each looked after their own, for both The One and
the champion had both survived. Taking the energy from the demon's
passing, they had used it to give The One the life that should have been.
In the time that had followed, they'd had their black moments, for
sometimes achieving one's dearest dreams is harder than the fight for
them. The two of them had supported each other, and over time the dark
times became less and the sunny happy ones came more often and reigned in
The One's place.
Her ears perked as she heard the happy tattoo of clicks and taps coming up
the stairs. Boots stretched herself, knowing that one day she would return
to the court of the Queen, but was comforted by the knowledge, The One
would always have a companion to guard her back. She limped over to be
greeted by her charge, as was her right.
The End.
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