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Kittens _ Theater Kitten
By Sarah Owens
Based on the Stories of Malissa Madison
"Erika, hi, this is Sarah. I am going to be coming back to town today.
My momma left me her theater, and I think I would like to reopen it.
Those years she let me study dance and theater were the best opportunity
she gave me after she adopted me and made me her kitten all those years
ago, and I want to give something back to the town that took me in and
accepted me, in her memory."
Sarah had called her old classmate Erika earlier in the week, and drove
into town in her Toyota Rav4. She booked herself a room at the hotel,
and drove around the town, looking at its changes, and remembering her
own time as a kitten. She saw Tiffany's salon, and the small group of
cougars and kittens waiting for their makeovers and appointments. She
smiled, remembering the times her momma brought her there, so many years
ago.
Sarah turned down a side street, and pulled up to the back of her momma's
old theater. Her momma had loved the theater, and when Sarah became her
kitten, she had taught Sarah how to dance, and also how to run the
backstage of a working theater. Sarah turned off her car, and sat for a
moment, before getting out of the car, and walking to the stage door.
She inserted the key, and unlocked the door. She pulled it open, to a
loud creak of the hinges, and the scraping of wood on wood as the door
opened. Sarah went to the side of the door, and was reaching up to flip
on the main breaker lever, when she paused, noticing it was already
turned on. "That's weird. I know momma would never leave the breaker
on, and I would have thought the power company would have come by, to
disconnect it."
Sarah threw a few of the light switches, and the lights came on. She
again found it odd that some of the lights were already on. Namely, the
ones to the costume closet, the bathrooms, and the dressing rooms.
Curious, and with a note of caution, Sarah began making her way around
the back of the theater, looking for some clues as to who might have been
in the theater.
Sarah found her answer, and she carefully opened the door to the dressing
room. Curled up on the floor, a blanket over her body, and a bag acting
as a pillow, slept a girl. Sarah paused, looking at the sleeping figure,
before slowly walking over to her, and sitting down beside her.
"Good morning, sleepy head." Sarah gently stroked the girl's head,
waking her up.
"Don't be frightened kitten. I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted
to make sure you were ok. It can get cold in here at night sometimes."
Sarah could see the girl was scared, so she did what her momma had done,
all those years ago when she found Sarah. She reached out and pulled the
girl gently into a hug. "There, there, kitten. No one is going to hurt
you. Not if they don't want to find out how protective I can be of my
kitten. Do you have a name, kitten?"
"Violet, miss. I...I am sorry for being here without permission. I just
needed to find someplace safe, and the door was unlocked."
Sarah rocked Violet in her arms gently, to calm her down. "Violet,
kitten, it's ok. I am not mad at you. I am actually glad it was a
kitten, and not someone trying to rip off my momma's theater. Or, I
guess I should say, my theater."
"Your theater, miss?"
"Yes, my momma was the fourth member of our family to own it. She left
it to me when she passed away a few months ago."
Sarah gently stroked Violet's hair, seeing it was done up in a
ballerina's bun. "Violet dear, are you hungry?"
"Yes Miss." Violet's stomach rumbled softly, indicating a need for a
good warm breakfast.
"Then if you would like to join me, we can go get some breakfast at the
Denny's." Sarah gently stood up, and took Violet's hand.
"Why...are you being so nice to me, Miss? I thought you would be angry
at me, for breaking in here."
"Violet, kitten, my momma found me the same way I found you. Scared,
hungry, and trying to take refuge in the theater. She adopted me, and
made me her kitten. She introduced me to the theater, and to dance, and
I loved her for it. I promised myself and my momma's spirit that I would
not turn away any kittens who I found here, and who asked for my love and
help. Judging by the way I found you here, you look like you could use
someone to love you, care for you, and help you find purpose in life. Am
I wrong?"
Violet slowly stood up, and gathered her blanket next to her bag,
cleaning up her space, before turning to Sarah, and looking into her
eyes. "No Miss, you are not wrong. I do need help, and someone to care
for me."
Sarah hugged Violet to her, and then took her hand, and walked her out to
her car. "Then kitten, let's go get some food for you, and then you can
tell me about how you ended up in my theater, and I can tell you about my
momma, and the life she guided me to."
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Violet sat across from Sarah at the Denny's, eating a plate of french
toast slowly, letting her stomach get used to being full again. Sarah
insisted she eat slowly, so they could talk about Violet's life.
"Miss Sarah, my mother is a drunk, and my father left us both when I was
born. I left home last month, after my 12th birthday. My mother came
home drunk as usual, and starting chasing me around her apartment with a
heavy pan, until I locked myself in my room. She gave me enough time to
pack a small bag of clothes, and get out the window, before I heard the
door smash in. I never looked back that night, until I heard sirens.
The last thing I saw of my apartment was a column of smoke rising, with
an orange glow at its base. I want to think she got out, but I wasn't
about to check."
"Since then, I've been going from town to town, trying to find a place
where I could fit in. Most of the time, someone nice would offer me some
food, but I never let it go beyond that. I...I just don't know if I can
trust anyone yet."
"Violet, Kitten, I am so sorry to hear that. It isn't right that someone
as lovely as you is forced to grow up as quickly as you have. You should
have the same opportunity as any other kitten, to grow up having fun,
learning that there are loving and kind people out there who would care
for you, no matter what, and offer you opportunities to make your mark on
the world. My momma said almost that exact same thing to me, when she
found me."
"I was thrown out of my house, when I was 14. My father caught me with
the girl I loved, and he got so angry, it required 2 police officers to
restrain him while the medics loaded me into an ambulance, for a ride to
the hospital. I spent a week there, while the doctors and nurses patched
me up. A social worker came when I was well enough to walk, and promptly
left me in a foster home. I was scared my father was going to try to
find me, so I gathered some things, and ran away."
"I made my way to here over the course of a month, scavenging food where
I could, until I got to the outskirts of town. It was a bit smaller when
I got here, and the theater was on the edge of town. I am guessing you
entered the same way I did, by jimmying a lock?"
Violet nodded, deciding not to try to lie to the lady who was buying her
a warm meal.
"My momma later told me she had that lock specially made, and called it a
kitten lock. But I got in, and made my home in the dressing room. I
didn't know my momma had seen me come in from the control room, nor did I
hear her come and go for a few days. I figured I was alone, and I
explored to my heart's content. I found the ballet costumes all hung up,
the showers were working, and I figured it was the best deal I could hope
for, to avoid my father. Each morning, I got up, showered, dressed in
the many dance outfits there, and would dance on the stage, dreaming I
was dancing for a crowd."
Violet blushed a little, and Sarah figured she had just guessed what
Violet herself had been doing too.
"One morning, I awoke just like I woke you, with someone stroking my
head, and pulling me into a hug. My momma had found me, and was smiling
down at me, trying to calm me down."
"Miss, why do you keep calling her your momma? I thought you had a
mother and father."
"Because Kitten, my momma loved me, and adopted me as both her kitten and
her daughter. I was so happy, when it happened. I finally had found
someone to love me, and whom I could love and trust back."
"Why do you keep calling me kitten?"
"Because Violet, if you are tired of running, and want to settle down
with someone who loves and cares for you as a daughter, this is the town
to do it in. No other town is so open and caring for all the children
here, than this one. Nowhere else would you find as many who would love
someone as precious as you, and think nothing of offering you a place to
stay, with no conditions or expectations, other than being yourself."
Violet sat at the table a little while, thinking to herself. Sarah knew
the thoughts going thru her mind, and decided to take her back to the
theater, to let her sort it out in a comfortable place.
"Violet, kitten, I need to go back to the theater and begin working on
it. There are so many things to do, to make it ready for its grand
reopening. I will take you back with me, and you can sit in the dressing
room, in your kitten cave, and think over what I have told you. If you
want to stay, I would love to have you as my kitten daughter, and show
you all the joys of working at a theater, and what a truly loving person
can do, to influence your life in so many positive ways. If you want to
move on, I will give you enough money to get to where you want to go, and
have money left over, to start out with. Deal?"
Violet nodded, and got up, taking Sarah's hand in hers as they went back
to the theater.
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Violet went into the dressing room, and sat down on the floor. She
curled up with her blanket, and thought thru what Sarah had told her, and
also let her emotions run their course. She could hear Sarah working in
the theater, cleaning and doing other things, and considered how nice she
had been to her. Violet smiled to herself, making a decision. She got
up, and went into the costume closet.
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Sarah left Violet alone. She knew the young kitten needed time to sort
out her thoughts and feelings. Sarah also felt that there was something
special about the kitten in the dressing room. She had sensed something
special in her answers, and in her movements. This kitten could be
something special to the theater, if she was willing to put in the
effort.
Sarah busied herself in the main part of the theater, cleaning and
vacuuming the floors and seats, checking the lights, and making note of
the lights that were out. She also checked the audio, and smiled. The
theater might have been unused for a few months, but it wasn't as bad as
it could have been.
Sarah was up in the control booth, when she saw Violet come out on stage.
Sarah couldn't believe how beautiful Violet looked now. Sarah saw she
had dressed in a white tutu, white tights, pointe shoes, and had even
done her hair up in a bun. Sarah smiled, and watched, and Violet began
dancing on the stage. Sarah decided to surprise the kitten, and began
adjusting the lights, making the stage a soft pink color.
Violet danced and spun on the stage, going thru some steps she had
learned, and also improvising a lot, as she listened to the music in her
head. She smiled and focused, dancing her heart out. Only when she
stopped did she notice the lighting change, and then she heard a soft
applause coming from the seats out front. Sitting in the front row, sat
Sarah, clapping proudly with a smile on her face and a tear in her eye.
"That was lovely kitten. You dance divinely, and you seemed to come
alive when you dance."
"T..Thank you, Miss. I just...wanted to show you I could do it."
"I never doubted you, dear. And I never will."
Sarah came up on stage next to Violet, and pulled her into a warm hug.
She lingered, looking at the outfit Violet was wearing, and smiled.
"Kitten, you know I used to wear that same outfit when I danced for my
momma."
Violet blushed. "I..kind of figured you did, Miss. It...it has your
name on the tag. That's why I wore it."
"So I take it you have made a decision, Kitten?"
"Yes Miss. If you'll have me, I would like to learn from you, and be
your kitten." Violet blushed, and kneeled down before Sarah.
"Kitten, you don't have to kneel to me. Besides, we don't want you
ruining your lovely tights, do we?" Sarah helped Violet back to her
feet, and hugged her and kissed her cheeks. "But we probably should get
you something special to wear, so everyone knows your my kitten now,
shouldn't we?"
Violet blushed, and nodded. "Yes Miss Sarah."
"Kitten, in the costume closet, there should be some leotards, skirts,
and tights. Go pick out 10 pairs, and put them in this bag. Also,
change into a set in the dressing room, and put your hair in a ponytail
for me. Then we will go get some dinner, ok Kitten?"
"Yes Miss." Violet scampered off to change, and gather her clothes.
Sarah watched her for a moment, then called a number, and spoke to the
lady on the other end. "Miss Alexandra, it is Sarah. I got a new
kitten, and I would like to get her a kitten collar. Yes, just like the
one my momma gave me. Yes, the black lace with the purple band, and the
ballet slipper charm in front of the tags. Yes, a nice locking closure.
Over smooth leather? Perfect. In about an hour? Ok. I will be there
with her. Thank you."
Violet emerged from the dressing room, wearing the standard ballerina in
training uniform, and curtsied to Sarah. "Is this correct, Miss?"
"Oh, lovely, darling." Sarah beamed, and smiled, before taking her
kitten's hand, and walking around the theater, turning off the lights.
"Kitten, remember this. Always leave a light on, center stage. It is
called the Ghost Light, and is used to keep the spirits of past and
future performers safe. Ok Kitten?"
"Yes Miss." Violet giggled, as they went out the stage door, and got
into Sarah's car.
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"Kitten, stay close to me for now. We don't want anyone trying to take
you away, do we?" Sarah had parked at the mall, and had seen the other
cougars and kittens. She knew some of the lone cougars would be on the
prowl, and she didn't want Violet to be scared, but she also needed her
to be on her guard, until Sarah could put her collar on her.
"Why would someone try to take me, Miss Sarah?"
"Kitten, do you see the women with the younger girls going in and out
here? Some of them are Cougar and kitten. Now, do you see the older
women without younger girls near them? Those single women could be other
cougars, trying to find a special girl like you. And I just found you,
and don't want to lose you. That's why I want you to hold my hand, while
we're inside, until I tell you you're safe, ok?"
"Yes Miss Sarah"
Violet and Sarah got out of the car, and Violet practically scampered to
take hold of Sarah's hand. Sarah smiled, and patted her kitten's head.
"relax dear. No one will harm you, as long as I am here. Or else
they'll see how mean a cougar I can be. Just relax, and smile. And if
you're not sure, ask, ok Kitten?"
"Yes Miss Sarah."
Sarah walked Violet into the mall, and towards a jewelry store. As they
walked in, Sarah smiled. There were a few cougars and kittens in the
shop, but the unwritten rules still seemed to be in play. Sarah led
Violet to the back of the shop, and rang the bell.
"May I help you, Miss?"
"Yes, I am here to pick up the Kitten Collar I ordered. Name of Violet
and Sarah."
"Of course Miss, one moment."
Sarah smiled and nodded, a she felt Violet turn around, looking at the
items on display.
"Miss Sarah, what are all these things used for?"
"Sarah, is that really you?"
Sarah stopped, and looked. "Erika, it is you. I didn't think I would
find you here. How have you been?"
"Well enough, but we've missed you dancing for us. I am sorry to hear
about your momma. But it seems you are doing well yourself. Is this
lovely kitten yours?"
"Yes, she is. Violet, come say hi to my old school friend, Miss Erika."
Violet curtsied to Erika, and greeted her. "Hello Miss Erika."
"Hello kitten. I hope you learn as well as your momma did. She was the
prize dancer here when the kitten ballet was running. Sarah, are you
going to bring it back?"
"I might, Erika. Just have to see if the demand is there. You know,
ballet isn't as popular as some of the newer dance styles. And I really
do not like teaching a kitten how to make a fool of herself, with poor
posture and "
"Nonsense, dear. I am sure when word spreads that the kitten ballet is
back, kittens will flock to the theater."
"Excuse me, Miss Sarah. Here is your item. If there is anything we need
to adjust it, please feel free to ask."
"Violet, kitten, turn around a moment and close your eyes, till I tell
you to open them." Sarah smiled, and opened the case, checking the
design. She grinned, reading the tag, before lifting it out of the box,
and slipping it around Violet's neck. With a soft CLICK, the lock
closed, and Sarah took a moment to smooth Violet's hair. "you may look
now, Kitten."
Violet turned and looked in the mirror, and blushed. She reached up,
fingering the tag on her collar, beaming. "I am a kitten, owned and
loved by Miss Sarah, and nothing will break that bond between us." She
whispered.
"That's right, kitten."
Sarah smiled, and hugged her kitten. Then she picked out a matching pair
of cuffs, and a leash, and paid for them, instructing her kitten to put
them in her purse. Violet was curious, as all kittens are when they
first see the leash and cuffs, and Sarah knew it would only be a moment
before her kitten would ask the question of her.
"Miss Sarah, is the leash for what I think it is?"
"Yes Kitten, it is so I can lead you, and show everyone you are mine.
Are you curious to try it?"
"Yes Miss. I..have never been on a leash before."
Sarah smiled, and clipped the leash to Violet's collar, smiling. "Now
you are leashed kitten. Remember this, a good kitten doesn't let the
leash get taught, or too loose. You'll soon get the hang of it. But
remember to always hold your head up high."
Sarah smiled at her kitten, and turned, walking out of the store, and
into the mall. Violet followed, beaming from pride for her collar, and
love for her Mistress. She purred to herself, and Sarah smiled, knowing
her kitten was happy.
"Now to think about the ballet, and the theater. Maybe it would be a
good time to bring back the kitten ballet company. But first, I think my
kitten needs to learn some ballet herself. She already has the look
down, and her moves are not bad for a beginner. I think my momma would
be proud of me, for continuing her tradition."
"I think so too,....um...momma Sarah."
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