Alden MacManx- as he is in FOTB. |
So you want me to tell about my dad, the most wonderful father anyone can have? I’ll tell you what I can. I may not know everything, but I’ll pass what I know on. Dad’s the eldest of three kids, the others being my aunts Jeanine and Charlotte. His father, Edwin, is not a magician, but his mother, my grandma Maureen, was a low-caliber musicat. Dad showed signs of being magically gifted when he was still a kitten, being able to conjure things to him. What he wanted a lot of, was food! That’s where I get my talent from. As a result, he became quite chubby when he was little. Another talent Dad was born with is being elastic. He can stretch and bend himself in many ways, even tying himself in knots if he wants to. I wish I can do that, but I have to be pulled. He says it’s because of my fat that I can’t do it to myself. I’m happy the way I am. Dad was sent to a magician’s school when he was a teenager, to develop his magical talents. There, he took a lot of teasing from the other students, because, when he was 15, he weighed over 400 pounds! I have a picture of him then, and, wow, is he fat! Dad decided that he wouldn’t take that from the others, so, he put himself into a program of diet and exercise so he could trim down, as well as handling a full course load in magic. After a year, he was sleek and slim. The self- discipline also helped him in his studies, he tells me. To this day, Dad works out an hour a day, more if he has to skip a day or so, due to his duties. He tries to get me to join in, but I don’t want to be skinny. I like being fat! Dad soon passed all the other students in magic, graduating a five-year school in only two years. He accepted a teaching position there, and taught for a long time. He is so skilled in magic, able to do just about anything he wants to do with magic. He’s smart, too, able to organize and run his businesses and teams with little effort. He doesn’t know much about computers, but he can operate the systems I built. He met my mom while teaching. She wasn’t a student at the school; she was his secretary, a nice little chipmunk. Mom can’t do magic, but is highly organized, able to handle all the little tasks so Dad could focus on his magics. My sister Anna was born first, followed by me a few years later. I haven’t seen Mom or Anna in a while. I think they are out doing something with Music, but I haven’t been able to follow them well. Dad still supports them when needed. He is the best! Now, Dad runs a big organization, based on his position as a powerful magician. He owns a lot of property here in Northern Arizona, and is developing it. He asked me to design a computer network and programs to help run it, and I did. Lots of furs and humans come to the Tower here, seeking Dad’s help and advice, which he is happy to give. He so loves to do magic, enchanting items, casting spells, and helping people and fursons. I know he teaches others in magic, like my cousin Freeman. He’s around here somewhere, learning magic. He’ll be better than me. Dad taught me how to use my food-making magic efficiently. It’s the only magic I can do. Sometimes, he asks me to make dinner for him and for his guests. Making delicious banquets is fun! Dad does keep himself on a strict diet, though. Only rarely does he indulge in sweet treats. He’s never angry, but he is stern. He has everyone’s own good in mind, and I can always see the lessons he’s trying to teach. If we all listened to him, the world will be a much better place to live. I feel he should be put in charge, but when I say so, he blushes and says no. He doesn’t want all the work! In conclusion, my father is a kind, gentle cat who wants everyone to be the best they can be. I love him a lot, and he loves me. Listen to him, and he will never steer you wrong! |
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What can I say about my son… he’s big, fat, strong, and very, very smart. He’s also a naïve boy who can only see the good in people. He’s so innocent. I have to keep him that way, so he won’t be much of a threat to me. Roddy was born with a vision problem. He could not focus on anything, because his skull was a bit misshapen. He’s a hybrid, half cat, half chipmunk. It took a lot to correct the defect so he can see properly. I’m glad he can now, because his genius when it comes to science and computers baffles me. It really took off once he could see the monitors and books properly. There are some things about him that concern me, but, I will not do much to change him. He is so incredibly obese, yet perfectly able to move about unaided. How anyone can get as big as he is and still be able to move is beyond me. Must be the strength he got from my father. I know he has his mother’s very sharp mind. I have great plans for my big boy. He has the magic talent to reproduce any food item he has ever prepared or consumed. That comes in handy when I have to hold a banquet, because he can fix dishes in mere seconds. I recommend his roast beef and potatoes, with green beans, very highly. Roddy cares a lot about people and fursons, never desiring them to be in pain or suffering. I don’t know where his generosity comes from, but, at times, it can be inconvenient. Other times, it is very useful. One thing I have to say, and DON’T let it go any further. Roddy may be a big, tall, bloated, naïve boy, BUT, he is my son, and I do love him a lot. I won’t let any harm come to him. Anyone who tries will face my wrath. ALL my wrath and fury. Care to test it? Roddy is such a smart kid, and so obedient. He set up the control and computer systems I use to control my business empire, and I trust him never to reveal the codes I use to operate things. He’s made the system hacker-proof, so I don’t worry about unauthorized intrusions into my files. He is reliable, honest, trustworthy, kind, and gentle. If I don’t protect the boy, reality will smack him so hard in the face, it will crush his spirits, and I need him intact and functioning, so he can help me. I hope the One Cake will help him out, making him bigger and happier. He’ll also be able to produce mass quantities of copies of the One Cake, so I can keep the masses under my thumb. But, don’t tell him that. If you do, I’ll be happy to turn you into a balloon version of yourself, and let you fly free… forever! |