Cat Club Under the Sea

Cat Club Under the Sea

A Story by NoArrangedMarriage

Swimming, traveling on a cruise, Paw's request to play with his toy cars! Persia denies her tasks and promises, but soon makes it up to everyone by saving her brother underwater!


Persia wanted to play. 

Paw wanted to play. 

Persia had an idea. “Why don’t we play together?” she said. “This is a good plan! Why is it a terrific plan, you ask, Paw? Because I know some fun games to play! Hide and Seek, pretending that we’re different characters from history, shows, or your imagination!”  

They both wanted to play - so they could play together.

They went to China again once to find some rubies, and successfully did so. They even enjoyed some special American snacks at a Chinese restaurant after they announced that they’d found the empress’ rubies. And her perfect idea to make up a song called “We Are the Cat Club Band” while looking for the hidden jewel.

Paw wanted to play cars at the cruise sailing to Ishara (Ice-shar-ra), at the other side of the Great Borders.

Persia didn't say so, but she didn't want to play cars! It was a terrible idea. Why couldn’t Paw play the “Mix-up Game” and hide and seek? Why didn’t she think about it? She could have found out he’d pick cars �" and find a way to dismiss it! She had to think of an excuse quickly! She used food as a distraction. “What should I eat, Puffy? One second, Paw.”

But Paw said, “Let’s get moving,” so many times she said, “We’ll play later. We have to focus on eating. Sorry! And I was so interested!”

“You can play cars,” Puffy said. “I’ll handle it!”

Persia pretended to be worried about her food. “I don’t know,” she said. “I can really help! Me and Paw understand, right, Paw?”

“I know you two wanted to play cars,” Puffy said. “Really, I’ll manage from now!”

“No, I insist I help,” Persia said. “Sorry, Paw. I mean, I can really do so many things to help!”

“But-” Puffy protested. “Okay, Persia. I guess this will be quick.”

“Oh, it’ll probably be long,” Persia said. “It’s, just, we’re getting nowhere. And what will Paw eat? I know �" pizza! And I’d like a �" hmmm! We’d better think about this for a long while. What, what, what?”

Puffy sighed. “I don’t know! I’ll think about it. Really, Persia, I can manage on my own!”


“Hey,” Prem said. “Where are you two going? What happened to playing cars?”

“Oh uh-” Persia backed up. “Hey, Prem, it’s really okay! We’re just going underwater, that’s all! Plus Paw’s really excited. It’s wrong to make him stop doing what he loves, actually. And he loves to swim!” We were just going to play cars, that’s all! Plus Paw was really excited. It was wrong to make him stop doing what he loves, actually. And he loves to play with his cars! Persia thought. Should she just go back and play? No, she couldn’t.

They turned into mermaids.

Prem nodded. “You may go.”


“Splish, splash, splosh,” Persia said, splashing Paw into a whirlpool of bubbles. “Good you! Being a mermaid is super fun!”

“Splash, splosh, splish,” Paw said, splashing Persia back. “Being a merman is super fun! But I like being a regular cat, too!” 

Together the two played. They loved to play. Persia wondered if Paw would accept her apology �" and maybe they could try again.

“So, what have you been doing lately?” Persia asked. “Anything going on? And I’m very sorry. Let’s go back and-”

“I never win my cars race to earn a puzzle!” Paw complained. “And I don’t want to go back! I want to stay here!”

“You'll get it, Paw,” Persia said. She comforted her brother like all families do. “If you’re a good sport who doesn’t quit, you can win the race!”

“Okay,” said Paw. “But what if I don't win? Will I ever get a puzzle?” 

"Well, just keep practicing," Persia said, pushing an octopus of her face! “And you'll get it.” It was true. And speaking the truth is what all families do. Even if an octopus attacked Persia’s face, she’d speak the truth. She should have told the truth about cars. She should have either said, “Paw, I don’t want to play cars, I’m sorry,” or “Let’s play cars.”

And the two mermaids climbed aboard, turning into cats.

“Do you think that Prem and Puffy are waiting?” Persia asked. “We’d better make sure that they’re not worried, okay? Plus, I’m getting a little hungry �" and sleepy.

 Prem  and Puffy were waiting, Priss busy calling her friends on the phone.

“We just went for a swim!” Persia said. "We were right back! And we just loved our tails, and we enjoyed playing. I gave Paw advice on his puzzle, and we got along well! Hey, Paw, we can start now.” Persia felt a sudden feeling in her stomach. Maybe it was a terrible idea!

“Sounds good to me,” Puffy said. “So I’m perfectly fine. Plus, don’t you remember? Prem knew where you were going!”

“How?” Persia asked. “Did I forget to let you know? Huh?”

Paw went to his cars, making Persia worried.

“Ready to play cars?” Paw asked. His eyes lit up.

“...And I was just going back for a swim,” she said, pretending she was always planning that. “Oh, I just love my tail.” She noticed Paw looking disappointed, and decided to be a good sister. Plus, she felt a big pang of guilt!

 “I'm cold and wet! I went to the track and I don't like playing cars,” Persia said. “I’m finished!” It was one minute and three seconds later, and Persia wasn’t having it anymore!

Persia was a Native American cat and she wouldn't have “aww!” or “no, Persia! Stay!” for an answer. “I played with you already - what do you want now?”



And they got to Ishara where Paw cheered up, forgetting about Persia’s statement about playing cars with Paw, and how she did it shortly, and said ‘no!’ in a rude but ruff way. 

“In six more days, we’ll go back to Catropolis,” Persia said. It was Persia’s little nickname for wherever they lived in.

“Yes,” Prem said.

Everyone jumped into the sea �" for one last time.

“Everyone is swimming,” Puffy said.

“Yes, we are!” Prem said. He began singing, “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,” but added, ‘Swim, swim, swim yourself gently down the sea,’ and ‘Sail, sail, sail your cruise gently down the sea.’

Persia and Paw, Puffy, and even Priss joined in.

“Prissy,” Prem said. “We’re very surprised that you joined in! You’d usually chat on the phone instead!”

Priss smiled. “I’m the one of surprises, and I like to join the fun �" when I have time and when my old body’s ready!”

Persia smiled. “And Paw, I’m sorry that I didn’t play cars. I told the untruth, and that was wrong.”

Puffy, Prem, and Priss smiled. It felt good and warm to see the brother and sister be good to each other.

Paw smiled. He hugged Persia.

Persia just swam away, looking for an excuse why not to hug him. Not this time. There was no way that she’d go around lying about something again! She just said nothing. “Let’s play!”

“Okay,” Paw said. He got the message. And he didn’t complain.

“I did it!” Paw cheered. “Persia, hooray! I won!”

“Great, Paw!” Persia said enthusiastically. “I’m really excited!”

“Uh-huh,” Priss said without noticing him. She was too busy on the phone. “Good.” 

“No,” Persia said. 

Persia dropped the special golden chain necklace with the Pegasus pendent. She bent down to the cars to get it. Paw had his necklace, with the inscription, Paw, member of Cat Club.

Prem had a bracelet saying Keep on keeping on, and another saying, Prem, member of Cat Club.

“Let’s play cars!” Paw said. “Getting this.”

Paw got his own and smiled. At least she was telling the truth, even if she wouldn’t exactly enjoy playing cars!

“Want to go to the ice skating show with me, Tulip?” Persia asked, smiling.

“Okay,” Tulip, a pink kitten, said shyly.

“We’ll have fun watching the skaters,” Persia said. And the Cat Club headed to the show.

“That was very nice, Persia,” Priss said. “Tulip, I’m Prissy Collins.”

“I’m Puffy,” Puffy said. “I want to change my name to Pinney, but not yet.”

“I’m Paw!” Paw chimed in.

Prem whispered something to Paw, then said, “I’m Prem C. Pinney.”

“I’m Paw Lyle Pinney,” Paw said. “Hello, Tulip!”

The skating show was fabulous!

Dear Persia,

You are invited to a fashion show �" and you can be part of it! Enjoy wearing perfect fashions!

I cannot wait! Barbie Premium Experience is so super fun! Persia thought, giving Puffy the message.

“Ooh!” Puffy said.

At the show, Persia shined with Tulip, a pink, shy cat.

“You are good,” Persia said.

“Thanks,” Tulip said shyly.

Persia liked Tulip. Being shy is okay, but will shyness stop Lily from being my friend? But I’ll be a good friend, and accept her shyness.

Later, everyone went into the ocean again.

Persia looked at her sparkly tail. “When we’re underwater, there’s nothing dry and boring.”

Everyone began splashing. Persia smiled. The beautiful sea �" it all felt so free!

“I feel free,” Paw said, looking at Puffy.

Persia smiled. Was it just her or was something coming? Her smiles became worries. “Is something near? What’s that sound?”

“Oh, just a school of fish,” Prem said.

“Recess is over!” Persia joked.

Soon, the little school began looking curiously.

“Just kidding,” Persia said to the fish. “You may go now.” Because Persia had “fishies”, she got on well with other fish from the wild �" mostly.

“Shark!” Paw said, swimming away.

“Just another trick,” Persia said. “Oh, getting me back? I made it up to you already! And, oh, when I smothered that lip gloss on you quickly, while the others weren’t looking, I was hoping you’d wash it off. You look like a girl with it, but oh, going underwater had washed it off, and, hey, Puffy washed it off at bath time. You were pooling with Puffy’s eyeshadow, too! Ah, I could really use warm clothes �" oh, and definitely sauna.”

“A hot bath and warm clothes are the least our worries,” Priss said. “Quick, swim away. There are sharks.”

Now Persia trusted Priss. She never lied about anything �" she was too honest! “AHH!” But worrying about honesty wasn’t needed now �" worrying about getting rescue, and staying alive was what was important.

Prem and Puffy held on to each other. “Hey, you gave him WHAT?!” they said in unison.

“Yeah, lip gloss, get over it,” Persia said. “So, he’s a boy, I just decided to break the rules and give him a little.”

“You smothered it all over his mouth, onto his cheeks,” Prem said.

“You mean dimples,” Puffy said.

“Hey, I thought I had dimples!” Prem said, jealously.

“Hey, why are we being funny, not swimming away?” said Priss, copying the silly italics.

 “Hey, hey, hey,” Persia said. “It’s not my fault! Oh, dimples, hey lip gloss, what? They are being silly.”

“Then who said ‘I need warm clothes and sauna’ then? Was it Prem, or Puffy, or Paw, or me?” Priss said, getting into the trouble.

“No, no, no,” Persia said. “It was me. I need some-”

“Just run away, silly cats, AHH!” Priss screamed, who was known for screaming.

“It’s 2015, not 201AHH year,” Persia said smartly.

“You eight-year-old…” Priss said.

“Just saying,” Persia said. “And, Priss, you wanted to help us, not ruin the situation?”

“Persia!” Priss said.

Everyone swam away. Nobody was focusing on the problem �" and the danger.

“I’m sorry,” everyone said, panicking. “Nice knowing you!”

“AHH!” Priss said. “Maybe it is 201AHH year, Persia!”

Persia only panicked more. “AHH, maybe…AHH…your…AHH… right...AHH!”

As everyone screamed, Persia remembered a story. She remembered how Cinderella would not give up, and that made her a princess. And a good friend �" a fairy godmother �" helped her. Could Persia and her friends get back to safety �" if they never gave up? If only she could remember the story properly and do her steps to success?

Once upon a time... there lived an unhappy young girl. Unhappy she was, for her mother had passed away, her father had married another woman, a widow with two daughters, and her stepmother didn't like her one little bit.

All the nice things, kind thoughts and loving touches were for her own daughters. And not just the kind thoughts and love, but also dresses, shoes, shawls, delicious food, comfy beds, as well as every home comfort. All this was laid on for her daughters. But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. No dresses, only her stepsisters' hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but scraps. No nice rests and comfort. For she had to work hard all day, and only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a while by the fire, near the cinders. That is how she got her nickname, for everybody called her Cinderella. Cinderella used to spend long hours all alone talking to the cat. The cat said, 

"Miaow", which really meant, "Cheer up! You have something neither of your stepsisters have and that is beauty." 

It was quite true. Cinderella, even dressed in rags with a dusty gray face from the cinders, was a lovely girl. While her stepsisters, no matter how splendid and elegant their clothes, were still clumsy, lumpy and ugly and always would be. 

One day, beautiful new dresses arrived at the house. A ball was to be held at Court and the stepsisters were getting ready to go to it. Cinderella, didn't even dare ask, "What about me?" for she knew very well what the answer to that would be: 

"You? My dear girl, you're staying at home to wash the dishes, scrub the floors and turn down the beds for your stepsisters. They will come home tired and very sleepy." Cinderella sighed at the cat. 

"Oh dear, I'm so unhappy!" and the cat murmured "Miaow". 

Suddenly something amazing happened. In the kitchen, where Cinderella was sitting all by herself, there was a burst of light and a fairy appeared. 

"Don't be alarmed, Cinderella," said the fairy. "The wind blew me your sighs. I know you would love to go to the ball. And so you shall!" 

"How can I, dressed in rags?" Cinderella replied. "The servants will turn me away!" The fairy smiled. With a flick of her magic wand... Cinderella found herself wearing the most beautiful dress, the loveliest ever seen in the realm. 

"Now that we have settled the matter of the dress," said the fairy, "we'll need to get you a coach. A real lady would never go to a ball on foot!" 

"Quick! Get me a pumpkin!" she ordered. 

"Oh of course," said Cinderella, rushing away. Then the fairy turned to the cat. 

"You, bring me seven mice!" 

"Seven mice!" said the cat. "I didn't know fairies ate mice too!" 

"They're not for eating, silly! Do as you are told!... and, remember they must be alive!" 

Cinderella soon returned with a fine pumpkin and the cat with seven mice he had caught in the cellar. 

"Good!" exclaimed the fairy. With a flick of her magic wand... wonder of wonders! The pumpkin turned into a sparkling coach and the mice became six white horses, while the seventh mouse turned into a coachman, in a smart uniform and carrying a whip. Cinderella could hardly believe her eyes. 

"I shall present you at Court. You will soon see that the Prince, in whose honor the ball is being held, will be enchanted by your loveliness. But remember! You must leave the ball at midnight and come home. For that is when the spell ends. Your coach will turn back into a pumpkin, the horses will become mice again and the coachman will turn back into a mouse... and you will be dressed again in rags and wearing clogs instead of these dainty little slippers! Do you understand?" Cinderella smiled and said, 

"Yes, I understand!" 

When Cinderella entered the ballroom at the palace, a hush fell. Everyone stopped in mid-sentence to admire her elegance, her beauty and grace. 

"Who can that be?" people asked each other. The two stepsisters also wondered who the newcomer was, for never in a month of Sundays, would they ever have guessed that the beautiful girl was really poor Cinderella who talked to the cat! 

When the prince set eyes on Cinderella, he was struck by her beauty. Walking over to her, he bowed deeply and asked her to dance. And to the great disappointment of all the young ladies, he danced with Cinderella all evening. 

“Who are you, fair maiden?” the Prince kept asking her. But Cinderella only replied: 

“What does it matter who I am! You will never see me again anyway.” 

“Oh, but I shall, I'm quite certain!” he replied. 

Cinderella had a wonderful time at the ball... But, all of a sudden, she heard the sound of a clock: the first stroke of midnight! She remembered what the fairy had said, and without a word of goodbye she slipped from the Prince's arms and ran down the steps. As she ran she lost one of her slippers, but not for a moment did she dream of stopping to pick it up! If the last stroke of midnight were to sound... oh... what a disaster that would be! Out she fled and vanished into the night. 

The Prince, who was now madly in love with her, picked up her slipper and said to his ministers, 

"Go and search everywhere for the girl whose foot this slipper fits. I will never be content until I find her!" So the ministers tried the slipper on the foot of all the girls... and on Cinderella's foot as well... Surprise! The slipper fitted perfectly. 

“That awful untidy girl simply cannot have been at the ball,” snapped the stepmother. “Tell the Prince he ought to marry one of my two daughters! Can’t you see how ugly Cinderella is! Can't you see?” 

Suddenly she broke off, for the fairy had appeared. 

“That's enough!” she exclaimed, raising her magic wand. In a flash, Cinderella appeared in a splendid dress, shining with youth and beauty. Her stepmother and stepsisters gaped at her in amazement, and the ministers said, 

“Come with us, fair maiden! The Prince awaits to present you with his engagement ring!” So Cinderella joyfully went with them, and lived happily ever after with her Prince. And as for the cat, he just said “Miaow!”


Persia found nothing to help �" only cats. But she had an idea of swimming to shore.

But the shark had captured Paw! His poor tail was in the shark’s mouth!

“Help!” cried Paw. “I miss you, Cat Club, I’m doomed!”

“Doomed?” Puffy turned around. “Oh, my son!”

“I’ll save you,” said Persia kindly. She swam to the shark.

“No!” Priss and Prem said in unison.

Puffy was afraid for her young kittens, but didn’t want to interrupt this natural (possibly bonding) connection. “Let her do what she’s doing. The universe will protect her. Now, step aside, both of you.”

“Shark, please let Paw down,” Persia said. “He is my brother, and I love him. Puffy, Priss, and Prem want him back, so would you kindly let us take him? I do not want him to be DOOMED as he claims he is.”

The shark softened, letting his guard down. But he then got angry.

“Now, now, shark,

I will not hurt you,

Now, now, shark,

Don’t you see?

I need you to set my brother free.

So bring him back to my family.

He’s a Cat Club member.

Now, now, shark,

I really love you,

Now, now, shark,

I really care.

Now, now, shark,

Please oh please now,

Bring Paw to me.

Can’t you share?

I really, really love him.

Will you bring Paw back to me?”

“What a beautiful song, Persia,” Prem said, beginning to cry.

“Now you bring Paw back, you silly old shark! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH!” Priss yelled. “I guess it is 201AHH, Persia.” When she talked to Persia �" or at least pretended to �" she whispered.

“Now, now, shark…” Paw began. “Set me free. To Persia, Prem, Priss, and Puffy.”

“I love you,” Puffy whispered. “Oh, Paw, won’t you come back?”

“Have you made your choice? You must make your decision now,” Persia said quietly, nicely, and calmly. Even if she said “You must,” she said it calmly. She was patient.

The shark let Paw go.

“Now, now, shark,

We say thank you,

Now, now, shark,

We’ll set you free,

Go where you want,


We thank thee,” Persia sang.

And they sang “Now, Now, Shark” all the way back.

And the shark was still in their hearts.






















1. Do you think that Puffy and Prem were good parents? Why or why not?

2. Who is your favorite character?

3. How did you feel when Persia lied to Paw?

4. Were you surprised when Persia cleaned up her act and kindly apologize?

5. Were you annoyed at Paw, who’d wanted Persia to play?

6. Do you like the name Paul or Paw?


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Added on July 21, 2015
Last Updated on July 21, 2015