Ok everyone. This is going to be the last chapter of the story. I know. It's so sad. Now I hope this chapter is worth it. I tried my best on making it good, and worked my best at it. So please don't me angry, I'm not perfect. Now, once I get this chapter updated, I will look to see which choice has the most votes, and that will be the next story. I'll let you know at the end of the chapter. Ok, lets get on with it! By the way, in this chapter, it still takes place on the same evening that Cartman stood, glaring at Kyle. So it's the same day.

Chapter 20

After taking a nice walk through the town, Kyle finally saw the pet stop, and interested, walked up to the window, putting his hands on the glass. There were puppies in front of him, and he wondered if one of those puppies would be his.

"Looking for a pet?"

Kyle turned to where the voice was coming from, and saw a man standing there, with a broom. He must have been an employee.

"Yeah," the Jewish boy softly answered, and looked back at the puppies.

"Well, I'm sure we can help you out."

Kyle turned back to the man. "Sorry, I can't get a pet unless my parents approve of it."

"Oh. Alright then."

Kyle sighed, and continued walking. If only his parents were with him. He still didn't really know what kind of pet he wanted. He was really happy that his parents were letting him have a pet, but he didn't know he would come this far so fast. Instead of moping about it, he should be been thinking about what pet he wanted. It was a hard choice. He couldn't have any rodents, and apparently no spiders, since he just learned that people had them as pets. No reptiles, either. There were dogs, cats, fish, and birds in the pet store.

But, Stan did say that the shelter was the cheapest. Maybe adopting an animal would be the best. It was the cheapest, and the animal would be rescued. The little Jewish boy finally decided to go home.

Cartman's house

Cartman lay lifeless on the floor of the attic. He was done crying, but he was still upset, and the kittens were already running around, playing, Snowbell and Tinkerbell watched, Chocolate and Cheese Poof were trying to comfort the fat boy, and for some reason, Tiger was pawing and meowing at the door.

All of a sudden, Cartman got startled at the sound of the front door to his house open. He then heard voices, and got up. He curiously opened the attic door, as Tiger anxiously ran out with a grumpy meow. Cartman wondered who it was that came, but his mom sounded so friendly, so it was probably one of his friends, here to bother him again.

The fat boy left the attic, and slowly walked down the stairs, curious of who it was that entered his house. He stopped when he saw who it was. He grew really angry. His mother and Luke were standing there, kissing.

Kyle's house

It was 6:00 pm by the time Kyle got home. He was ready to go get a pet, and couldn't wait to go out with his parents. "Mom, dad!"

"What is it, Kyle?" Sheila asked.

"Umm...I'm ready to go get a pet."

"This late?" Gerald asked.

"Kyle, it's about time for supper?" Sheila replied.

"I know," the little Jewish boy said, "but...please...I wanna go now. I think we can go to the shelter. Stan said it's the cheapest. Please..."

There was a five second silence. "Alright," Sheila finally said, "we can go. Gerald, go get Ike."

Kyle smiled, very excited to get his own pet.

Cartman's house

Cartman quickly ran back upstairs, and into the attic. "Alright you guys, listen up."

All the cats had their attention on Cartman now.

"We have a problem," the fat boy continued, "Luke has returned. Now...there are two solutions to this. We either have to kill him, or my mother. Now..I can't kill my mother, because I need her to buy stuff for me. So we'll have to kill Luke. Now, here's the idea, and you guys are gonna help me." He started drawing on the chalk board. "First, all of you are gonna go down there, and attack Luke, scratching and biting him, like the evil cats you are. Second, I will get into my mother's car, and run him over after you guys chase him outside. Then, after the half of you are distracting my mom, she will run out, wonder what happened to her boyfriend, and I'll tell her that it was a drunk driver. Now, the three little kittens will be distracting my mom, the rest of you will be attacking Luke. Alright? Or do you need me to go over this one more time."

The cats just stared at him, purring.

"Alright, lets do this."

The Broflovski's drove to the animal shelter, and got out, Kyle first running in. "Wow, he really wants a pet," Gerald said.

"I'll help Kyle," Ike said, as his parents got him out of his car seat.

Kyle was shocked by the time he got in. There were so many dogs and cats, he had no idea which one to choose.

"Well, hello little boy," an employee kindly said. "How can I help you? Are you here to adopt an animal?"

"Yes," Kyle happily answered.

Gerald, Sheila, and Ike finally entered. "Hello," Gerald greeted.

"Hello," said the employee, "my name is Josh. Is your son here to get a pet?"

"Yes," Sheila replied, as Ike squirmed around, trying to break free. She let him go, and the three year old went up to Kyle, looking at the animals.

"What kind of pet does your son want?"

"I don't know. Kyle, have you decided yet?"

Kyle turned to his mother. "No. Not yet."

Cartman's house

"Ok," Cartman opened the attic door, "everyone move!"

All the cats started running out, obeying their leader.

Cartman curiously watched them all. Then he noticed something wasn't right. "Wait a minuet." He looked out the door. "Where's Tiger?"

Tiger continued running. He knew where he wanted to go. He finally got to Kyle's house, and looked around, meowing. He then went up to the door, and started scratching on it. "Meow." He went up to the window and looked inside. All of the lights were turned off, which meant that nobody was home.

Tiger walked away from the window, and stood, wondering where the Jewish boy was. He then decided to go around town and search for him. So he did.

Cartman's house

Ms. Cartman started to freak out, as the cats attacked Luke, scratching and biting him. "Oh my!" she cried. "Where did they come from?!"

Luke started screaming, as the cats tried their best to hurt him.

"Haha!" Cartman happily cried. "Good job, you guys!"

"Eric?" Ms. Cartman asked, as the cats chased Luke outside, and the fat boy ran downstairs, and followed them.

Animal Shelter

As Mr and Mrs. Broflovski talked to the employee, Kyle continued searching for his future pet. "What do you think, Ike?"

Ike started pointing to random dogs and cats. "I like that one, that one, that one, and that one."

"Ike, we can only have one."

"I like all of them, though."

Kyle sighed. "I know, all of them seem so great, I don't know which to choose."

Ike turned around, and pointed. "Orange and white kitty cat."

Kyle turned to where his brother was pointing, and he saw a familiar cat. He gasped, and ran out of the shelter.

"Kyle?" Sheila curiously asked. "Kyle!"

The nine year old ran toward Tiger, and picked him up. "Hey, how did you find me?"

The cat started licking Kyle's face, while purring.

"Aww..."

"Kyle!" Sheila cried, as she ran up to him. "Put that thing down, now!"

"Mom! It's ok, he's nice."

"I told you not to touch it. It's a stray!"

"Listen to your mother Kyle," Gerald said.

"But he really loves me," Kyle continued, "and I love him."

"What what what!" Sheila cried.

Ike curiously walked up to Kyle, and looked up at the cat. "Kitty cat," he said in his baby talk.

Kyle put the cat down, letting Ike show his love toward it. The cat rubbed it's face against Ike's hands, while purring.

Their parents just stood there, watching curiously. They couldn't believe how nice a stray cat could be.

Josh the employee of the animal shelter finally walked up to them. "Aw," he started, "a stray."

"Is it dangerous?" Gerald asked him.

"Doesn't seem like he's mean, but strays can cause Cat Scratch Fever if it scratched or bit anyone."

Sheila started to panic. "Kyle, did that cat scratch or bite you at all?"

"No," Kyle answered, in a tone thinking his mom was crazy.

"What if it belonged to somebody?" Gerald asked Josh.

"Well," Josh started, "I wouldn't think it would run away from it's owner, and show love and affection to somebody it doesn't even know."

Both parents looked back down at their sons, who were loving and enjoying the stray. They seemed happy with him, and the cat seemed happy with them.

"Is it bad to keep a stray as a pet?" Gerald asked.

Kyle grew curious, and looked up at his parents.

"It's not bad," Josh answered, "as long as it gets all of its shots. Take it to the vet. And you have to buy food for it of course."

"We keep it," Ike said.

"Alright," Sheila said, "boys, do you like this cat?"

They both nodded.

"Alright, if we take it to the vet to get its shots, we can keep it."

"Yay!" Ike exclaimed.

"Oh thank you!" Kyle went up to his parents and hugged them. "Thank you so much." He then kneeled down to the orange and white cat. "You're staying with us."

"Meow." The cat suddenly ran off.

"Huh? Hey! Where are you going!" The Jewish boy ran after him.

"Kyle!" Sheila called.

Cartman's house

"Ahh! Ahhhhhh!" Luke screamed, as he was laying in the drive way, the cats hurting him terribly.

"That's it!" Cartman called to his cats, and started for the car.

"Where are you going!" Kyle called, as he continued running after that cat. He then stopped curiously, and sat that the feline was going to Cartman's house. He then started to wonder again. Why Cartman's house?

"Meowww!"

Cartman gasped and saw the cat coming. "Tiger? Where have you been?" He stepped out of the car, and held the young cat tight. "I was worried. You were suppose to be here to help!"

"Cartman?"

The fat boy turned, and saw his Jewish 'friend' standing right there.

"Cartman, what's going on? Why are those cats hurting that guy? And who are those cats?"

"It's none of your business, Kyle!"

"Dude, why are you making this little cat tag along with you?"

"What are you talking about?" The cat suddenly jumped out of Cartman's arms, and ran toward Kyle, who picked him up. "Hey!" the fat boy cried. "Put him down! Tiger, get out of his grasp!"

Nothing happened, and Kyle just stood there, looking at Cartman curiously.

"Put him down, Kyle!"

"W...why?"

"Because he's not yours! He's mine!"

What? This is Cartman's cat?

"Put him down!"

Kyle dropped Tiger, who looked up at him curiously.

"Meow!" one of the cats who were hurting Luke, called.

Cartman gasped. "Ok, we're ready to exterminate!" He ran into the car.

"What?" Kyle asked. "Cartman! What are you doing!"

"Killing the guy!"

"What?! Why!"

"You wouldn't care!" Cartman turned the key.

"Luke!" Ms. Cartman called, as he started outside.

"Mom!" Cartman called, not wanting her to come out.

"Yes I do!" Kyle finally shouted.

Cartman stopped the car, and curiously looked at Kyle.

"I do care, Cartman. Why do you wanna kill him?"

Cartman was shocked. He didn't know that Kyle would care for him. And the weird part, is that Kyle was actually replying to him, unlike what the cats were doing. "Because...he won't stay away from my mom."

Ms. Cartman ran over to Luke, and tried to help him stand.

"What do you mean, Cartman?" Kyle asked. "Guys bother her all the time."

"You're not helping!"

Kyle closed his eyes, and tried to relax. "Cartman, you've been acting so weird lately."

Cartman jumped out of the car, and angrily walked up to Kyle. "Me?! You're the one who's been bothering my cat!"

"Cartman, I didn't know he was yours! I didn't know you got a new cat."

Cartman turned around, glaring, with his arms crossed. "I didn't get a new cat."

Kyle was curious.

"He just came to me."

Kyle looked over at all the cats. Did all these cats come to him? "All of them?"

Cartman turned back to Kyle.

"Cartman, I thought you hated animals."

"Who cares what you say! I'm running him over!" He started to head for the car, but he felt Kyle's hand grab his arm. "Ay! Let me go!"

"No! Cartman, why are you so attached to these cats!"

"Because they listen to me!" He kept trying to pull away from Kyle.

"What do you mean they listen to you?!"

"I mean they LISTEN to me, Kyle!"

"And nobody else does?!"

"Exactly!"

Kyle then pushed Cartman to the ground, trying to keep him away from the car, so he could talk to him. "Cartman, we listen to you all the time."

"Not recently."

"What?"

Cartman stood up, and looked at Kyle curiously, wondering why he didn't get what Cartman meant.

"What do you mean?"

"Lets see; you keep saying I'm fat. You won't let me have a choice on what to watch TV. You are constantly yelling at me for some reason. And you don't help me with any of my problems!"

Kyle was shocked. He had no idea that he and his friends were constantly picking on him. Well, he knew that they picked on him, but Cartman picked on them, too. "Cartman..." he didn't now what to say. "You're mean to us, too!"

"Oh, shut up, Kyle! You're more mean!" Cartman turned back around, his arms crossed again.

"Am not!" Kyle was getting sick of this. "Cartman, you know that we all rip on each other. You don't have to come to cats for your problems. We do help you, unless it's something we don't think is right."

Cartman sighed.

"Please Cartman. Just don't kill him, and listen to what I have to say, on how to solve the problem. You don't really want cats in your house all the time do you?"

Cartman turned around. "No...I so don't."

"Ok, then stop forcing them to stay with you, and listen to me."

Cartman couldn't believe what he was about to do. He was gonna listen to him. Kyle was actually trying to help him with his problem. "Ok, what."

"Why don't you just talk to your mom about it? I'm sure she'll understand. You come first in her life."

Cartman thought about it. His mother was so love like and disgusting with Luke, but Cartman was her son, and he did come first in her life. So he accepted Kyle's advice. "Fine."

Gerald, Sheila, and Ike ran up to Ms. Cartman to help her with Luke.

"Cartman," Kyle started, "do you really want to keep this cat?" He was pointing down at Tiger.

"No! I hate that cat!" he cried with a smile. "You can have him."

Kyle smiled, and picked the cat up. "Thanks Cartman."

"No problem." The fat boy turned around.

Kyle couldn't believe it. He was actually having a peaceful time with Cartman. No fighting or anything. Maybe they could actually be friends...

"Hey Kyle?" Cartman turned back to the Jew.

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna need that cat. Not a lot of animals would wanna be with Jews like you."

Kyle glared. "Screw you, Cartman!"

"Well...screw you!"

THE END

I hope you liked the story, and I hope it didn't go so fast. I didn't want it to end with Cartman and Kyle being friends. They're suppose to hate each other. They may have a nice time every now and then, but then it ends with them hating each other. Hope you liked it! Now...the results are in for my next story......

"I'm Scared" got 4 votes, "Who Am I?" got 1 vote, and "Back To The Drawing Boy" got 0 votes. You guys need to vote more. LOL. So my next story will be "I'm Scared". Heads up for that!

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