Euro Catgirl Story

>Saoirse had always been a good little girl, always been Daddy's favorite
>She made sure to always listen to her parents, but especially Daddy, because Daddy was a hard and gentle soul
>He was a simple, red-beared man who did honest work as a carpenter, building homes and tables and small wooden horses that you could rock in or even hold in your hand
>Whenever he came back from work, he would be beaten, weak, and tired from a long day, but he rarely showed it, because he was always with his wife and daughter
>He would set her on his lap, his calloused hands patting her soft hair and ears as he asked her about her day
>Sometimes, the day was very good, full of playtime and learning about how to be a proper girl from her mother
>Other days, it was cold and wet outside, making the inside of the house dreary and dark, and harder to have fun
>But the weather wasn't always like that
>Sometimes, when the weather was fine, they would go on long walks in the park to catch butterflies and pick flowers, or at least Saoirse would
>She was endlessly facsinated with the bright and shiny world, from the smallest of ants to the largest of trees
>Her favorite thing about nature was the trees
>She would climb them up as far and high as she could, sometimes so high that her mother would have to climb up as well to get her out of the tree safely
>Sometimes, Saoirse would do it on purpose, because she loved being held by her mother as much as she loved being held by her father
>Daddy was a different kind of love though
>He always made her feel much safer and comfier than with Mommy, even though more of her day was spent with her
>Whenever Saoirse had nightmares, she'd prefer the warm embrace of Daddy to Mommy, because Daddy always kept the bad monsters away, even when the room was dark and scary
>Because Daddy was the best Daddy, he was invincible and never failed to protect her
>As Saoirse grew older, she was told she had to go to 'school'
>She had heard about school, how there would be many children her age to play with and learn with, just like she had with Mommy
>Saoirse thought it would be like playing with the neighborhood children, but it was very different
>There was an adult, Mrs. Fitz, who said lots of long words and spoke with a big stick
>The children were different too; the girls didn't have cat ears and tails, and the boys were all sorts of colours, but that most were brown
>They didn't really like her either
>The girls would call her names like 'pussycat' and 'hairball', and the boys would tug on her tail and pinch her ears
>Mrs. Fitz didn't like it when the students hurt her and made fun of her, but she didn't do anything to stop them bar yelling
>But Mrs. Fitz always yelled...
>Saoirse didn't like school very much
>She liked home a lot more, because her family and neighbors were so nice and understanding
>She would always talk about how she didn't want to go to school, because people made fun of her and hurt her all the time
>Her parents were concerned, in fact they began to fight a lot whenever they thought Saoirse wasn't nearby
>Mommy thought they should homeschool Saoirse, or find her a tutor, but Daddy talked about costs and laws, not to mention growing up
>Saoirse felt very bad about this; was it her fault that Mommy and Daddy didn't get along anymore, or why Daddy seemed more distant and less willing to cuddle and play, or why Mommy started to eat more and get fatter?
>One day, there was a tipping point
>When Saoirse was talking home from school, four boys a few years above her stopped her at the dirt road she always walked on to get home
>They said that there was a toll to cross the road, and that she had to pay to use it
>She had no money, and felt very nervous around the boys
>Two of them were very big and scary, and she didn't like the way they kept looking at her
>The boys said that if she didn't have money, she'd have to pay with entertainment
>Two of the boys tackled her to the ground, pulling on her tail and trying to pull down her pants, making her cry out in shame and fear
>She bit one of the boys and scratched other, running away with tears in her eyes and fear in her heart
>As they chased, they laughed, calling her names, telling her if she comes back they'll do more than just embarass her
>The boys kept chasing her until she was home, where she ran right up to her room crying, covering herself with her blanket
>Saoirse just wanted Daddy to hold her, to make her feel safe
>She began to shake and cry even more, her mother coming upstairs into her room trying to comfort her
>Saoirse couldn't get the words out at first; all she could do was cry and cry until even the tears stopped flowing and all she could do was scream
>She hated school, she hated the boys, she hated how it was all her fault and there was nothing she could do about it
>Eventually, she calmed down, slowly telling her mother about the boys and what they did, how they made her feel so bad, so dirty
>Kids weren't supposed to pull other kids pants down, it was so mean and cruel
>Mommy was horrified, holding Saoirse close as she tried to tell her it wasn't her fault, and that Daddy would take care of things when he came home from work
>In the meantime, Mommy suggested that Saoirse take a nice warm bath to get herself clean for dinner
>With a sniffle, Saoirse did what she was told
>The next couple hours were agony for little Saoirse
>Outside, the windows were clinked with rocks and stones, along with the jeers and taunts of the boys from the dirt road
>Even when they were shooed off by Mommy and the neighbor's wife, their words stung and stuck to Saoirse like a poison, and again made her retreat to the comfort of her blanket
>As Mommy prepared dinner, she patiently sat at the table, waiting for Daddy to come home so she could finally feel safe again
>A knock on the door startled the two catgirls; Mommy stopped chopping the potatos to check who it was
>There were three women, each with a child in hand, the middle man with two
>The children had tears in their eyes, though Mommy had a feeling they were crocodile tears
>She opened the door partial way, asking what the women wanted
>The women said that Saoirse had made fun of their children, called them foul names and even scratched and bit them
>Mommy explained that her daughter would never do such a thing, though her words fell on deaf ears
>The women threatened action against them if it happened again, then left with a huff as they left the front yard as Daddy pulled up in his pickup truck
>He was greeted with the sight of a very concerned mother and a tear-laden daughter, who ran to him so fast she nearly tripped on the porch
>He asked what was wrong as Saoirse stumbled over her words and choked out details through reliving the memories, but it was too much at once, spilling over Daddy in his confusion
>Once they were inside, Saoirse finally calmed down enough to tell Daddy what happened
>With the details, his face turned empathetic but his eyes dark and grim, and even as he held her close to comfort her, he had no qualms with what he was about to do
>Mommy gave him some more details about the women, how they had the gall to come up to their house and complain that Saoirse was the bully and not them
>It made Daddy's blood boil; he explained to Saoirse that the boys were in the wrong, and that from now on, he would take time off of work to walk her home, and that if it happened again, she wouldn't have to go to school
>Late that night, Daddy stayed up and worked in his woodshop, the saws and hammers resounding a few hundred feet from the main house, but every cut and sanding and bang of hammer and nail cracked into Saoirse's skull
>By the time he finished, it was very late at night, but Saoirse was still very scared, and asked if Daddy could sleep with her tonight
>He responded with a nod, and although Saoirse had nightmares upon waking in the morning, she would always wake up to Daddy's firm and comforting arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe and invisible from any bad monsters and mean boys that tried to hurt her
>School was very close to their house, so Daddy walked her to school, this time with a wooden baseball bat that he made the night before
>On the way there, the boys didn't show, but Saoirse still felt very nervous once they reached the part of the dirt path where she had been bullied
>Once they made it to the school entrance, Daddy bid her fairwell and walked back home along the same dirt path, where he was confronted by three of the boys and one of their older brothers, who looked to be in high school
>They taunted and mocked him, calling him all sorts of obscene and foul names
>Daddy was no fighting man, but a couple raps of his bat on his rough and chalky hands made them have second thoughts, the boys dispersing and warning that he had made the wrong enemies
>He sighed, making his way back home while he waited for Saoirse's school to get out
>School was fairly uneventuful; for some reason, the kids ignored her for the most part rather than teasing and bullying her
>Maybe they saw Daddy and were scared of him
>It was a nice feeling, the feeling of safety from Daddy even with him so far away
>When school did let out, Saoirse nearly ran out of the classroom, racing to the front of the building where Daddy promised he would meet her
>However, when she opened the double doors of her school's entrance, she wasn't met with Daddy's open arms
>She was met with five dark men, each staring at her coldly as Saoirse backed away slowly, her consternation growing as grins spread across their faces
>In a broken English, the closest man said 'Warn you' as he smiled a toothy grin
>Saoirse ran back inside the school, but was cut off by the same boys from the dirt path the day before
>She panicked, looking back and forth between the boys and the men, each growing closer in her indecision
>In desperation, she bolted for the exit, barely slipping through one of the men's grasp before being snatched by another by the tail and yanked upwards violently, making her cry out in pain
>She screamed, crying for her Daddy as the man held her by the neck and lipped his licks, the other men cheering him on as he did so
>He would laugh too, if it wasn't for the crack of hard maple against his skull, piercing the air with a boom that carried an almost supernatural distance
>The man fell like a tree near instantly, dropping Saoirse as blood poured from his unconscious head
>Daddy sprang into action, keeping himself between the men and his daughter, his face and intense red, making him look like a vengeful demon
>The other men hesitated at first before scrambling in their pockets for their knives as Daddy roared at them, cursing them in all manner of foul English and Gaelic words
>The men, likewise, cast their curses upon him in their tongue, a bastardized English and Arabic
>Soon they ganged up on Daddy, who kept them at a distance with a wild swing of his bat
>Their hands and arms were racked with bruises as they circled around him
>Students screamed in the hallway, the teachers corraling them back into the rooms and calling for the police
>Daddy slowly began to back up, pulling Saoirse close as he spun his head back and forth, trying to not be cornered by the four other men
>The men let loose one final curse, then ran at full speed for Daddy and Saoirse
>Daddy scooped up his daughter and moved with a speed that Saoirse hadn't seen before; he seemed almost superhuman
>The dark men caught up quickly however, one of them throwing his knife at Daddy, hitting him in the back of the arm and slowing him down
>Daddy turned to face them, swinging wildly as he tried to pull out the knife
>The three other men descended on him, letting out a fury of blows and stabs as Daddy tried in vain to defend himself
>Saoirse was frozen with fear, then noticed her chance with the knife still at Daddy's feet
>She raced for it, stabbing one of the men in the leg with it and making him collapse as she bolted behind a nearby car
>The screams of the other man distracted the other two, giving Daddy the opening he needed to catch his breath and go medieval on the dark men
>Another crack flew through the air, hitting one of the men square across the jaw, dislocating it with an unpleasant snap
>With another roar, Daddy pelted the remaining men over and over with his club, reducing him to a bloody mess until the bat actually cracked and split, nullifying it
>Daddy finally calmed down after that, little Saoirse coming out of hiding to slowly approach her father
>He was bloodied and his clothes torn, yet he stood strong and tall as he spit out a bit of blood
>He looked over to his daughter, holding out his hand to her as he tried to crack a friendly smile rather than an unfriendly head
>At first, Saoirse was hesitant, but soon enough took Daddy's hand and was picked up by him as he held her close and kept apologizing for not being there for her, but that now he'd never leave her, and that she'd always be safe
>Saoirse buried herself into his chest, overwhelmed by the whole event as she began to cry
>As Daddy comforted her, he held her on his good arm as his injured arm dragged the bat along the dirt road
>Saoirse, while afraid and overwhelmed, was relieved and with every rising breath of herself and her father's, secure
>So long as she was in her Daddy's arms, it didn't matter how bad the monsters of the dark scared her, or how the boys of the dirt road hurt her, or how scary the heights of the trees she climbed
>She was safe, she was loved, and everything was going to be alright
>And as far as Saoirse was concerned...that was just good enough