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popatochisssp · 4 years

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if/when you get the energy/time to- im really curious; what kinda fuzzy friends do the newer skeles have? does pitch have a seeing eye-dog version of princess? or does ell and/or nemo have a fuzzy buddy to help with their anxiety or anything similar or in-between? spare fuzzy friend hcs for the poor, ma'am????

Well, you asked for it!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): A cat named Annie (Ragdoll), adopted as an emotional support buddy! She picked him, really, just ambling right on up to him, and it was love at first flop-over-his feet. Having a little sweetheart like her to take care of has really helped to pull Ash out of the doldrums and he loves her a lot. She’s a big-time cuddlebug, just like he is, and they definitely spend a ton of time napping together, everywhere and anywhere.

Annie’s Quirks: Extra chunky (master of the ‘I haven’t been fed yet 🥺’ con), stockpiles socks and undies beneath the bed, shameless catnip junkie

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): He feels like he’s not as active as he should be, lots of time spent indoors doing academic things, when there’s a whole beautiful world out there that he should be getting out to see at least sometimes... He has the idea that maybe an animal companion would be the right motivation to get up and out at least a couple times a day, and Cannoli (Pembroke Welsh Corgi) is the solution to the problem! They click pretty much immediately and are just very well-suited to each other, especially as exercise partners.

Cannoli’s Quirks: Loves (short) walks, rests his head on any feet that stay still long enough, must sleep in the same bed as the people and will hop/bark/cry if he can’t get up there himself

Brick (Horrorfell Sans):He doesn’t know too much of the story himself, he’s sure he was told in more detail but probably forgot. All he remembers is, a friend of a friend had a dog who had an accident...or maybe it got sick? Either way, it went deaf, and the dog was too big and unwieldy for them to try to retrain themselves. But they had a friend who was HoH, and that friend was active in the community with lots of other signing and HoH folks and could ask around about someone who might be up for the challenge of having and training a real big dog that couldn’t hear a word you said to it. That’s how Brick heard about it, anyway, and he’s not deaf but he’s big, and he figures he probably knows at least enough sign by now to train a dog. And that’s how Tiny (English Mastiff) comes to stay at his place. They clumsily work on understanding each other, it’s definitely a Process, but there’s plenty of fondness there to make any difficulty worth the trouble.

Tiny’s Quirks: Bit of a digging problem, gets very excited about balloons, likes to sit near people and lean his entire weight into them

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): This one may look familiar, but it’s fate-- Doomfanger (Persian) belongs with him and could find her way to him in any universe. ...But King was a little later getting to the Surface, and wasn’t there to pick her up when she was freshly on the streets. She spent awhile longer being an alleycat, a few years of living the rough life, and one day when she’s not quite fast enough to scurry out of the way of an oncoming car, it probably would’ve been the end for her... if not for the kind Samaritan skeleton who was just passing by that scooped her up off the pavement and brought her to a vet. King tried very hard not to get attached to her, especially when it was still looking like she wouldn’t make it, but he kept moving the goalpost of when he’d let himself care about her. ‘IF IT LIVES UNTIL MORNING,’ ‘IF IT MAKES IT TO THE VET,’ ‘IF SHE SURVIVES HER SURGERY,’ ‘IF--’ and then she looks at him, with her goofy drugged up face, freshly missing the foot of her back paw so that they even match now, and... And just like that, Doomfanger has a home and a devoted cat-dad owner and anything else she could possibly need.

Doomfanger’s Quirks: Likes to be raked, makes an incredible fuss when shut out of any room for any reason, very spooked by loud noises and immediately runs and hides under daddy’s bed

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He wanted a pet, especially when things were still a little strained with his brother and the nature of his...condition...made it difficult to make friends. He was lonely and a little pal would be very welcome in his home, but he’d also really hate to curse a furry friend with the ever-present threat of being dripped on and getting nasty bone-goop stuck in their fur... Ella (Sphynx) is the workaround to this unusual problem and makes herself right at home with Merc, happy to love on him whether he’s solid or sticky.

Ella’s Quirks: Has an extensive collection of sweaters that she adores (will sit by her dresser and meow until she is clothed), great sense for emotions and tends to appear whenever she’s needed, transfixed by mirrors

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): He didn’t choose Ripley (Maine Coon), Ripley... well, he’s not even sure Ripley chose him. He definitely chose Ella, because that pretty little sweater-wearing vixen in the window is what drove him to bust into Ell and Merc’s house and start sauntering around like he owned the place. Ripley (named before they realized he was a boy-cat) was definitely feral, with a notched ear and a missing eye, but he just keeps coming around, breaking and entering, cuddling with Ella and sharing her food, and when he one day hops into Ell’s lap and curls his big fluffy body up there... Ell makes the (possibly bad) decision to just shut the doors and windows on this mean, fat bastard and make him commit to the self-domestication he’d started. Ripley’s fickle, anti-social, and nine times out of ten mean as hell, but despite it all, Ell’s attached to the fucker. Doesn’t stop him from talking mad shit about his demon-cat to anyone who’ll listen, but y’know, there’s a weird sort of love there, between them both.

Ripley’s Quirks: Hates other cats and people, with Ell and Ella as the only exceptions (Ell sometimes, Ella always), does truly heinous things to birds and rodents and even bugs if the opportunity presents itself, an escape artist who is not to be trusted around doors or windows

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): Ms. Sandy Peaches (Golden Retriever) is a service dog, trained to assist people with visual impairments in a variety of tasks. Pitch, who’d long been mulling over the idea of getting one such dog, eventually follows through, and as soon as he hears her name, he’s decided-- Sandy Peaches is the one for him! He’s been blind awhile by the time he gets her and generally knows his way around things, but she’s very helpful in his day-to-day and some of the things that were moderately inconvenient to get through before are only mildly inconvenient now, and her value as a helper and a companion is much appreciated.

Sandy’s Quirks: Gets excited when it’s time to put her vest on and go work, thinks the appropriate amount of brushing time is probably about three hours, loves to go swimming

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): He found Dizzy (American Shorthair) after an accidental click led him to a local shelter’s Instagram, where they had a video of her playing and a few hashtags that explained her condition. He learned a lot about cerebellar hypoplasia, aka ‘wobbly cat syndrome,’ and when he eventually made it back to her video and watched it again... it was too late, he was already half in love with her. He contacts the shelter and after a couple weeks making arrangements, purchasing necessities, and wobbly-cat-proofing the house, he braves the outdoors to go get her and bring her home. She’s probably 100% his baby within the first hour and he loves being able to take care of her and help a kitty that not everybody would have the time or dedication to take in. The love is very much mutual and Dizzy’s tail does the ‘omg it’s you, I love you!’ tail-quiver whenever she sees him and trots on over.

Dizzy’s Quirks: Sixth sense for when there’s clean laundry to be laid on, likes to hold extended warbling and yowling conversations with people, chews on anything that crinkles (keep plastic wrappers out of reach!)

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): As soon as he knew he wanted a dog, he knew he wanted to pick up one of the less adoptable ones. Skipper (Beagle mutt) was certainly that, with only two legs--one in front and one in back. Sunny had a play session with the little guy and admired his energy and how enthusiastically he played, like his missing legs didn’t even phase him. Whatever happened in Skipper’s past, he’s not letting it be his problem now, and needless to say, he’s adopted and taken home in pretty short order. No holds barred fetch and spontaneous frolicking in open fields are a great bonding activity for these two, probably a match made in heaven.

Skipper’s Quirks: Tennis ball fiend (literally can never have enough), chews on unattended shoes, loves to sing (read: howl) along to music

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): He wanted a guard dog, some big intimidating-looking thing that would look really, really cool guard the house. He finds Ace (Doberman/Great Dane), unfortunately with his ears already cropped (Aster wouldn’t have chosen the procedure himself), but otherwise a very handsome fellow and still definitely in need of love and a home, both of which Aster was willing and able to provide. He’s attentive with all the care and training his new pup needs, and when Ace grows up just as huge as predicted, looking like a cross between a panther and a hellhound, he’s become an extremely well-mannered and obedient dog, full to the tips of his pointy ears with love for Aster.

Ace’s Quirks: King of naps, the worst nightmare of any strangers at the door (but very affectionate and loving once they’re in!), will tell you if you’ve stopped petting him too soon, boofing and trying to put your hand back to make you resume

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txtdreamss · 3 years

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you’ve gotta be kitten me// [n.l.] prologue

summary: Neville decides to be a good friend, and finds himself volunteering to petsit Hermione’s cat while her and Ron go on their honeymoon. After Crookshanks manages to get into Neville’s greenhouse, he finds himself searching for a veterinarian to help the poor kitty with tummy problems. {Muggle!Reader}

warnings: sick kitty, mentions of animal hospital setting, fem!reader

word count: 700+

A/N: Okay so this definitely took way longer than I hoped it would. I live in Texas, so we have been roughing it the last week because of the storm. Hopefully ya’ll enjoy this intro to what I am hoping will be a 2-3 part series coming soon. I’m not sure when the next part will come, but I promise I will try my best to make it worth the wait. :)

“Neville, if you need anything at all just call us using the hotel number on the fridge or call Molly and she can help you figure out what to do. Oh, and the normal cat-sitter’s number is on the fridge if you have anything come up at work or-”

“Hermione, Crookshanks and I will be fine! I can tell he is willing to be a perfectly behaved chap for his favorite Uncle!” Crookshanks let out a less than enthusiastic meow at Neville’s assumption, clearly unhappy with whatever the man was implying.

Hermione let out a groan but was not able to say much more as Ron was pulling her towards the fireplace so they could floo to their honeymoon destination.

“ ’Mione, sweetheart, the cat will be fine with Neville. Now, let’s go before you start experiencing withdrawal over the damn thing!” Ron let out a forced smile, threw the powder into the fireplace, and pulled his bride forward. They disappeared in a cloud of smoke, causing Neville to let out a cough.

“Well, I guess it’s just me and you now, eh?” The cat blinked once, twice, then let out a hiss and strutted away. “Woah bud, don’t get too attached to me, now...”

*****

For the last 24 hours, Neville felt as if he had been walking on eggshells; If he sipped his tea too loudly, the cat would hiss. If he sneezed, two piercing yellowish eyes were trained on him. The only relief he had obtained came from his 8 hours spent at work which were now, to the brunette’s disappointment, coming to an end.

“Crookshanks? Ya still alive mate?” Neville dropped his keys into the tray next to his apartment door and slipped off his loafers.

When he rounded the corner, he felt his heart and lungs drop into his stomach. There lay Crookshanks, sprawled out on the carpet and seemingly having what one could only compare to as a total acid trip. The poor kitten’s eyes were big as saucers, drool was spilling onto the carpet, and his stubby little legs kept rubbing across the floor as if to recreate human touch.

“Bloody’ell, why’s it always gotta be me?” Neville slipped his loafers back on, and quietly managed to pull the cat carrier Hermione left behind from within his closet. “C’mere bud, I promise it’ll be a short ride-”

MREOW.

Long red scratches littered Neville’s left hand, and a surprisingly high whimper left his mouth. “So, I am guessin’ you aren’t taking it easy on me today?”

*****

After a long battle to convince Crookshanks to enter the cat carrier (during which Neville managed to use an entire bottle of catnip spray), Crookshanks was finally contained. Neville had decided against calling Hermione and instead called their usual cat-sitter to ask what vet to bring the loopy cat to.

“Well, I’ve never taken him to Hermione’s vet before, but I can text you the number. Her clinic is down the road from the Diggory’s house, so it shouldn’t be hard to find.”

“Thanks so much, Anna, I’ll be sure to call you if I need anything else!”

The clearly unamused teen hung up, and Neville decided it was time to move the carrier into the car. Neville, having never owned a cat, had no idea how to put the carrier into the vehicle safely; As a result, the carrier had been heavily covered in 2 seatbelts that were all but knotted around it.

Throughout the whole drive, Crookshanks meowed nonstop. The cat clearly wasn’t a fan of cars (of course, it may have just been that the car belonged to Neville). When he finally pulled up to the vet, he was surprised at how a place he usually thought of as a location for goodbyes looked so peaceful. An elderly woman holding a small chihuahua sat next to the glass door, and a box of treats labeled “take 1 :)” sat on a small stool nearby. As he stepped through the door with the cat in tow, a woman in scrubs behind the counter turned to greet him.

“Hi sir, how may I help you today?”

Neville’s heart leapt into his chest, and he stammered complete nonsense before settling on the words “the cat ate one of my houseplants”.

“Okay sir, fill out these forms and I will bring you into the exam room shortly.” A warm smile was the cause of Neville’s immediate destruction, as he went red in the face and nodded dumbly.

How in Merlin’s name am I gonna get through this?

#imagine #harry potter imagines #hp imagine #neville longbottom #neville x you #neville longbottom x reader #reader insert #neville longbottom fluff #x reader #fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #golden trio era #kitties

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canvas-the-florist · 3 years

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Meeting Strawberry

Warnings: ducks, swearing, physical violence, attempted murder

Summary: Mous illegally obtains a pet and the conundrums that come with that. The italics in quotation marks indicates sign language. The S.A.F.E acronym was the original title of The Charlotte.

Word Count: 2435

A breathe in. There was a loud bang against the window. Mous sat up in their bed to get a better look but it helped nothing. If they wanted to see anything they would have to get up from the warm covers. Almost worth it to just go back to sleep. They hardly got any as it was. Another thump hit the window and they furrowed their eyebrows. Mous got up, not bothering to put on their prosthetic leg and reached the window. It was still too dark to see.

Maybe… With a little struggling, Mous got the window open and stuck their head out, their mop of hair started following the wind. They still couldn’t find a- Mous fell to the floor as something hit their face at great speeds. It was squawking and Mous sort of felt like joining it. After the creature was off their face they realized it was a duck. This duck woke them up at 4 AM to achieve what exactly? Mous rolled their eyes and picked it up, attempting to throw it out before realizing something. There was something wrong with his wing. They had no intent or want to care for this bird but Mous wasn’t heartless. So, they carefully picked up the bird and realized it should go outside, for at least the night. Mous put on their leg lazily and walked through the apartment, trying not to wake their evil roommate.

Once reaching the small balcony of failed dreams, the duck was placed there. Mous stood for a few seconds, wondering if they should give it a blanket or cushion, and settled on making a small bed out of an old raggy blanket they found. The duck seemed content and so Mous was as well. They had school tomorrow so attempted to get a little more sleep in.

There was no rest for Mous Harringburg that night. They made their coffee and checked in on the bird. It was squawking and angry. Or perhaps hungry. Mous didn’t know how to take care of this stupid duck and google wasn’t helping that much. They scheduled a check up with an aviary vet (even though their wallet cried over it) and that would be happening in two days. Until then, they would have to keep this duck away from their landlord and their evil roommate. So, Mous placed a strawberry on the ground of their balcony and took a sip of their coffee. It felt too early for this. It also felt like they should give this duck a name.

Out of boredom and pure lack of imagination, they chose the title for this duck. “Strawberry.” And this was a big deal too. This was the first time Mous had verbally said something to this duck, surprising the hell out of her, and Mous absolutely avoided talking at any possible moment. Selective mutism or just hatred for their power’s downsides? The world will never know, but the narrator will.

Strawberry finished up her food and squawked at Mous, demanding no. Mous raised their eyebrow, tempted to laugh and went on their phone to find anything remotely healthy that they had in the house to feed a duck.

What happened next was an accident.

Mous didn’t mean to lie to the vet about owning Strawberry. It just seemed easier to pretend that a friend gave them a duck. The two days past and Mous was starting to get attached to it. And besides, with their track record, illegally obtaining a duck wasn’t that bad. AT least, compared to the arson they had helped their friend get away with. They didn’t have a spotless record by any means but now they have a duck. And that’s what really matters. Mous drove home with Strawberry on their lap, only stopping once to buy things necessary to take care of a duck for real this time. Their Evil Roommate might be a bit pissed at the blatant disregard for the no pet rules in their apartment but… Strawberry would grow on her eventually. Strawberries are resilient motherfuckers.

They decided to climb into the apartment via the fire escape. Luckily everyone in this crummy and falling apart building had day jobs to eventually leave as soon as possible. Mous opened their window and placed Strawberry down delicately. They didn’t notice until they entered the room itself that their Evil Roommate was staring right at them with an unimpressed look. Fuck.

“Harringburg,” She sighed, rubbing her temples with exhaustion before crossing her arms. “Out of all the shit you do, how to fuck do you think I’m okay with a duck in our house?”

Mous picked up Strawberry quickly, making her squawk in an annoyed manner. They let out a nervous chuckle to match their Evil Roommate’s tired groan. Mous moved to talk, albeit almost impossible for them to hold a complete sentence, but their roommate stopped them by taking the duck out of their arms and placing her on the ground again. Strawberry started wandering off while Mous looked increasingly more worried about the whole situation.

“Mous, I know that you have this really weird bias against me but you have to tell me when big things like this happen. You can’t just bring a duck home one day without communicating to me about it first, alright? I won’t force you to get rid of it but next time I swear, I need to know these things.” Mous nodded and signed an apology. “So… Does it have a name? Can I help in any way?”

So without thinking, well that wasn’t entirely true because Mous’s thoughts were always racing and they were constantly thinking of basically everything they could… Without hesitation, Mous started signing all about Strawberry. Quickly, the two realized they had to find that duck to make sure she stays out of trouble. But Mous told their roommate the basics of what they’ve learned. The two agreed to hide this duck together in the apartment after seeing that Strawberry was asleep on Mous’s bed. And for a split second, Mous almost considered that their evil roommate wasn’t actually that bad.

Strawberry didn’t cause any incidents for about… Two months. Mous and Evil Roommate had their routines. Evil Roommate worked during the day and had day classes while Mous worked nights while having a mostly online presence in their classes. They both had weekends off during the day and it turned out that one weekend the balance was thrown off.

Their neighbor had made a noise complaint. Most likely because of either Strawberry or Mous’s broken roomba they refused to part with. Mous was lounging on the couch with Strawberry on their lap when their roommate had barged in after work. The door slammed while their roommate looked at the two with something resembling fear. Mous sat up and placed Strawberry next to them despite her quacks of protest. Evil Roommate then went on to say that there was a 24 hour notice on their door for an inspection check.

So that’s how Mous ended up bringing Strawberry to work… Which probably would’ve been fine if they had like any other job.

You see, Mous worked in the rebellion, hired by The Owl. They were doing this for a number of reasons but long story short, it’s fucking difficult to murder some business associate with a duck in your backpack. Especially when your duck seems to like your arch nemesis. Mous put some cucumber pieces in the backpack to hopefully keep Strawberry busy while they broke into a mansion with their coworkers. Wolf raised an eyebrow and gestured to Mous’s backpack, seeing as they didn’t usually carry one.

“My roommate wanted me to be safe. Probably put a tracker on it because she’s evil.” Mous signed with an eye roll to show they weren’t serious. “Let’s just get this over with, I have a paper due in five hours that I haven’t started yet.”

Wolf burnt three sides of a window and pushed it open. Lion climbed through and helped Mous through too. Wolf made a leap and fell into Mous’s backpack, which let out a pained noise from Mous and a quack from the backpack. Wolf furrowed his eyebrows and went to unzip it, only for his hand to be caught.

“Can you guys stop fooling around, we’ve got an asshole to kill.” Lion reprimanded. Wolf retracted his hand and walked over to the door hesitantly. Mous snuck a carrot out of their lab coat pocket and slipped it into the bag as a silent apology. Lion looked out into the hall and hissed, bringing herself back into the room. “There’s SAFE personnel here, shit.” She looked back at the two behind her. “Catnip, how do you feel about distracting your arch-nemesis while I bother the tall one?”

Before Mous could respond Wolf cut in. “Actually, can I talk to the big guy? I’m very distracting.”

With a roll of her eyes, Lion nodded. Then, she shifted to look like the SAFE officer, Fox. They smiled, cracked their knuckles and adjusted their hijab a little before stepping out of the room. Lion gave the big guy a panicked look and mouthed ‘help’ to him. The personnel furrowed his eyebrows and stepped forward to see what the issue was. Apparently, it was Wolf holding a gun to their back. The SAFE officer widened his eyes as he recognized him immediately. He seemed, slightly betrayed. Mous wasn’t paying too much attention, but walked out calmly while the others were having a very dramatic conversation. They rolled their eyes at the antics and kept walking down the hall, looking around almost out of boredom. Strawberry probably didn’t like the backpack, but she was being pretty calm. She had mellowed out in the months she had lived in an apartment but… Mous was getting a little worried for her. So, they took off their backpack and set it on the ground. They started to unzip it just as someone yelled.

“It’s you!”

Mous flinched while looking up to see, Mousetrap, their worst enemy and greatest rival. They let an unimpressed sigh and stood up, leaving the bag on the ground. It looked like they had to fight in front of Mous’s bird baby. Oh well. They waved slowly and gestured around, as if to ask what Mousetrap was up to in this very tall building.

“I was hired, Catnip.” She huffed, looking like she was ready to punch the fuck out of Mous. “So, I’m making the assumption you want to kill my employer.”

She was answered with a noncommittal shrug. He wouldn’t die if he complied to what Mous wanted, if he could figure out what that was. It was sort of hard to have banter with a villain who doesn’t speak. Normally, villains were none for their long monologues, and trust me, Mous really wanted to do that, but the two got by with what they had. A fight that usually left with one of them having to rebuy their disguise.

This time, it was going to be both of them. Mousetrap threw the first punch, which Mous blocked with their arm. They immediately knew that it was going to bruise. It's a little hard to avoid that when your nemesis has super strength. Mous ducked down to hit Mousetrap’s stomach, which knocked her back against the floor to ceiling windows that lined the hallway. Mousetrap looked to see a small crack in the glass let out a sigh. Mous stood back up the moment Mousetrap rammed into them and pushed the both of them into the opposite wall. The only action Mous decided to make was a petty one. They reached out and grabbed Mousetrap’s ID card clipped on her shirt, snapping it in half.

“What the hell, Catnip?!” Mousetrap backed off of Mous and looked at her ID card laying on the ground. She turned back, to continue speaking but then a familiar beak bit at her legs. Mousetrap tried to kick off the duck but Mous lifted up her leg before that could happen. The SAFE agent lost her balance and fell to the floor, and made eye contact with the duck her nemesis just protected. Mousetrap looked between the two, eyebrows furrowed. “Okay, it’s always a weird ass job with you, huh?”

Mous sneered and picked up Strawberry in a protective embrace. “Strawberry.”

“Is.. that…?” Mousetrap paused and gave a small gesture. “Your duck? Strawberry?”

She received a nod. Their fight was thrown off of it’s usual course and the two weren’t sure what to do. This wasn’t how most of their fights ended. Typically, it would end with someone actually winning. But, you know, sometimes there’s a cute duck that takes the attention in the end. That’s not anyone’s fault.

Mous used this time to put Strawberry back into their backpack to keep her safe. Then, made direct eye contact with their foe, walking backwards to the target. Mousetrap just kind of watched, frozen in her spot as she wasn’t sure what to do.

It took until her nemesis was completely out of the room that Mousetrap had even realized what just happened.

When Mous got home it was about 5 AM. They let Strawberry loose in a small part of a park before coming back. Strawberry was annoyed at Mous but still followed them around as if she had nothing better to do. The apartment was sparkling when they came back and saw their roommate passed out on the floor. Mous rolled their eyes and set up Strawberry’s pen in the living room to keep her off of the woman on the ground. Mous took of their lab coat and gloves, along with their tie. The last thing that Mous needed to hide was their goggles, which glinted slightly in the moonlight. After Mous was all cleaned up from their job, aside from the multiple new bruises, they went back to their roommate.

She was heavier than Mous could carry, which didn’t say much, but they managed to get her into her room without Evil Roommate waking up. Mous let out a sigh of relief and saw their roommate on the bed. Must’ve been a long day for the both of them.

Mous let her sleep and left the room. They let out Strawberry and got out her bed, which would be on the floor of Mous’s room tonight. The room was calmer even as the sun finally started to rise again. Cars became more and more frequent as Mous became deeper and deeper into their sleep.

#writing #emile writes #fake shitpost #ocs #original characters #original works #i had fun with this #ducks

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where-the-wilds-things-are · 5 years

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Wild Meets Wild Chapter Three

It was hard, saying goodbye to Silverpine City for Rusty. He could tell it was the same for Princess and Smudge. This place, even though they were leaving it behind, was their home for six months, basically their world. They could never see the sights, and inhabitants that lived here again. They would never sniff the same scents again. Rusty would always remember that he came from the City; even if he became a Warrior, he would never forget his origins as a cat that lived on Lucky Land Lane.

Penumbra was the first cat they saw, chilling by a black fountain birdbath. The Black and Gray Chimeria’s face shot up to greet them, four ears crowning her head. “Hello, Smudge, Rusty, and Princess! What brings you here today…” she trailed off when she saw their solemn faces. “Why do all of you have expressions like you are about to make a life-changing decision?” Penumbra meowed.

Rusty met her gaze, but before he could speak, Smudge beat him to it. “We are,” the black-and-white tom said, then seemed to hesitate.

Penumbra cocked her two-toned head. “What?”

The trio nodded. “We’re going to live with the Clans,” Rusty said, “So we came to say goodbye.”

Her nose wrinkled. “You can’t be serious,” she growled, sitting up. “Those snotty cats with their “blood-lines” and their “boundaries?” ” Her tail swished behind her, her long-furred tail catching dust.

“That’s right,” Princess said.

“You three might be crazy,” Penumbra began, her voice hard initially. But when she glanced at Smudge, her tone softened a little. “They will never accept you. Any of you.”

“We know that realistically,” Smudge said, “some cats won’t accept complete strangers into their home. But hopefully with time, our efforts can make some see otherwise, and they will call us clanmates.”

Her whiskers twitched. “Always an optimist, Smudge? That won’t protect you out there in the forest.”

“We’ll keep him safe, don’t worry,” Rusty purred. Princess nodded in agreement.

“Well,” Penumbra said. “You need to try to come to visit. And if I see one hair on your pelt is harmed, Smudge,” she glared at Rusty and Princess, “you’ll have me to answer to me.”

Rusty nodded. “Of course,” he said, blinking. She acted tough and had a soft spot for Smudge, but at the same time, she had a lot of faith in him. “He’ll be ok, Penumbra.”

One set of ears twitched on her head. “He’d better be,” she said.

“We’re going to say goodbye to Johnny and Sephiroth,” Princess said. “Do you want to tag along?”

The molly looked at Smudge, then at Rusty and Princess before sighing. “Okay, but if any Clan Cat tries to spout “pure-blood” rhetoric at me then I hope they have the cat version of medical insurance because I’m not dealing with any bullshit-nonsense. I already have to deal with that from Razoul, no need to get it from some Larpers.”

“Noted,” replied Rusty. He hoped that Lionheart didn’t piss Penumbra or the others off, but he didn’t see the golden tom to be the type to gloat about blood-lineage. Hopefully, they shouldn't have to deal with that once they got to the Clan.

Penumbra sneezed before getting up. “Come on, Sephiroth should be outside sunning his fur by now.” And with that, she took the lead. Blinking in surprise, the others looked at each other before following her.

They had to pass two gardens before they saw the large Nebelung, and sure enough, he was sunning on the patio table that was on the deck. Penumbra wasted no time calling his name. “Sephiroth, come down here, you have visitors. Smudge, Rusty, and Princess!”

The tom grumbled before opening his yellow eyes. “What?” Looking down, he spotted the quartet of cats amassed below him. “What’s going on here? Penumbra, your voice can wake up the dead,” he muttered.

“Rusty and the others have something to say...unless you think you’ll chip a claw and faint if you come down?” she sneered.

Princess shook her head, “Those two argue like old mates, I won’t be surprised if they have kits when we leave,” she said under her breath.

Sephiroth sprang down from his resting place and padded up to them. “Okay, I’m down here, what’s going on?” meowed the dark gray tom, his deep voice vibrating in Rusty’s ear fur.

“Smudge and the others are leaving to join some country hicks who think they're the shit,” Penumbra replied, blue and yellow eyes staring straight at the Nebelung’s face.

Sephiroth’s eyes grew comically large. “Country hic—you mean the Clans? Why would you want to join them? All they do act that they are Gods’ Gift to the world, and then get mad when you even step over the fence. Last time I checked they don’t own the damn city, so why get so torn at that?”

Rusty cleared his throat before talking. “Me and Princess want to join because our owners want us to enter a very high Show-Cat Circuit, and we refuse to put up with all of the drama that goes with it. As for Smudge, one word: Donovan.”

Penumbra’s head turned so fast Rusty was surprised it didn’t break. “Donovan? That little ba- that guy with the dead fish-eyed look? Why didn’t you mention that?” she hissed in anger. “This makes more sense now,” a sympathetic look came into her eyes. “Smudge, you feared for your life, didn’t you?”

Smudge nodded his head. “Donovan is unpredictable, and Charlie and his sister can’t keep an eye on him at all times. Better play it safe. Besides, I want to become a Medicine Cat, apparently, the Clans have some knowledge of herbs, which makes sense since they didn’t all die from some sickness or infections. I can contribute so much Penumbra, I know I can!”

The she-cat stared long at Smudge before she spoke. “I truly hope that you find meaning in this Clan Smudge. Same goes for you Rusty, Princess. Don’t let some glorified Backyardigans tell you can’t strive to do things, show the Clan and everyone in it what cats from Lucky Land Lane can do.”

“Penumbra is right, don’t let them shame you for being born somewhere else. They might not like you since you were born over the fence, but don’t let them say you will never amount to anything just because you don’t have Clan blood, whatever that means.” Sephiroth then looked pensive. “Are you taking anything with you by the way? Maybe if you bring some gifts like a blanket, some will be more accepting of all of you. Winter nights in this country can get harsh, taking one can help.”

Princess’s head shot up. “We did consider that! It was Smudge's idea, so this morning we took three blankets along with some toys for any kittens.” She didn’t bring up Bonnie or PK, much to Rusty’s relief. He didn’t need Penumbra to find out about his plush, or she’ll bring it up that he still needs a stuffed toy to go to bed.

Sepiroth cocked his head, “How do you plan to carry all of that by the three of you? You know what, I’ll help, I'm sure Penumbra would be thrilled to help Smudge.”

Penumbra glared, but Smudge cut her off before the two can argue even more. “We still need to talk to Johnny, Winry, and Seng. Can we please hurry?”

Sephiroth grunted and went to Princess’s side. “Lead the way then.”

Johnny’s backyard always made Rusty envious. Various garden statues from fantasy games littered the lawn, and he even had a koi pond that his owners defended like it was their newborn child, along with catnip plants in colorful pots.

Johnny was located by a garden statue, a red flower with black eyes from games that have some human with a mustache jumping down some green pipes.

The orange tabby seemed to notice that he had company since he started to wheel himself towards them. Today, he wore a white bandana with blue stars on it. “Is anyone going to explain why they are five cats in my backyard? I mean, I’m grateful that I have visitors, but I have a hunch that I’m not going to like what I’m going to hear.

He was right.

After getting a quick rundown from Rusty, Johnny shook his head. “Well, if that is what you want to choose, then I hope that everything turns out well for the three of you. I can’t blame you either, with you and Princess becoming a bunch of fashion divas and Smudge wanting to leave his home so he won’t be hurt. Trust me, I wouldn’t wish to stay in homes like that on my worst enemy. Granted, if they got hit by a fully loaded speeding semi-truck, then I'm fine with that.”

Rusty pointedly ignored the two bullet-shaped scars on the tom’s back, the reason why Johnny had to be in that wheelchair. The tom refused to talk about his past, and only said he came from a rescue center and is now happy with his new owners, especially their daughter, Erina. He also hated to be seen as a liability and would grow cold to anyone who tried to baby him.

“It’s nearly time, how about we stop by Winry and Seng before we get the things and leave?” meowed Rusty.

Johnny snorted. “I’m coming along. I want to be there to see these “wild cats” that I keep hearing about. Too bad I missed Henry fight that tom, I was at the vet getting shampooed.”

Johnny then noticed the looks he was getting. “There’s a hole in the fence that some humans can’t be bothered to fix, I can just go right through it. I’m not stupid, I know I can’t climb the fence,” he said, voice full of irritation.

The others had the decency to look embarrassed, and the group of five became six.

To Rusty and the other’s disappointment, Winry and Seng didn’t seem to be out at all. “That’s right, they should be at HeartGold Park at this time. I guess in all of the excitement, it left our minds,” glumly replied Princess.

“We can tell them what happened,” mewed Penumbra reassuringly. Softly headbutting her in the shoulder, she went on, “They’ll understand, knowing Seng, she’ll be happy that you are happy.”

Princess’s eyes glittered with emotions. “That’s the kindest thing you’ve ever said to me. I’ll never forget that.”

“Good. Don’t get used to it,” She said in a light voice.

“Hey, what about me?” asked Rusty. He didn’t get any encouraging words!

“You two are littermates, you two can share it,”

While Johnny went through the hole he talked about, the others raced back to the garden that Rusty and Princess used to call home. Grabbing PK in his mouth, he carried the autumn blanket carefully as he could on his back so it won’t unfold. Princess carried the Starry blanket and Bonnie, and Sephiroth and Penumbra carried the Jack o Lantern between them since it was the largest. Smudge held his lunchbox in his jaws.

Once over the fence, they saw Johnny was already on the other side. “Finally! I thought humans would have created flying cars by the time you five came here!”

Sephiroth surprisingly rose to his bait. “Okay, oh Sultan of Speed, how about you carry this with Penumbra then? You the only one that doesn’t have any cargo. How’s that fair?”

Johnny puffed out his chest. “It’s because I never volunteered to, I just wanted to see Clan cats and say goodbye to the others. Penumbra is right, you don’t deserve that name. The real Sephiroth wouldn't have whined about holding some fluffy blanket, do you need your beauty rest so you won’t pass out from this grueling labor?!" taunted the orange and white tom.

“Time to go,” hissed Smudge. He was getting antsy, and quite frankly so was Rusty and Princess. Honestly, he loved these cats but they can’t argue right now when Lionheart should be on his way

“Alright, alright,'' said Johnny. “Lead the way."

As they approached the spot where they met the Clan Cats yesterday, Johnny looked around with interest. “Huh, who would have thought that this is behind the fence after all this time. Just how far does this place go anyway?” he wondered out loud.

Penumbra saw a squirrel’s bushy tail darted up a tree with abundant speed. "This makes me want to catch a squirrel or even a bird back home,” she replied. “It feels peaceful here too, I’ll give those forest cats that."

“Okay, we're here, right on time,” muffled Rusty behind the toy. Dropping his cargo, Rusty sat on the grassy floor with a sigh. The others copied his actions, with them carefully placing the items on the soft grass. “These cats better appreciate this, I swear if someone spits on our faces for “bringing frivolous things" than they can catch these paws with their face,” said Penumbra, whiskers twitching.others

Rusty, Princess, and Smudge shook their heads. With Penumbra’s owner being an MMA fighter, that sounded less of a threat and more of a promise.

Rusty turned his head to take in their surroundings. Tall trees shielded the ground from the midday sunshine, making it comfortably cool. Here and there a patch of sunlight shone through a gap in the leaves and lit up the forest floor. Rusty could smell the same cat-scent as last night, and as a matter of fact, he picked up Lionheart’s scent, along with two unknown ones nearby.

“Lionheart! Is that you? You can come out with your friends!” meowed Rusty, which caught the attention of others.

“Someone is here?” replied Johnny, looking around in surprise.

The bramble bush in front of them shook before Lionheart walked out of the undergrowth.

“So you scented me, that’s a good sign that you are aware of your surroundings." His gaze never left the unknown cats as he came to a halt. “Whitestorm, Stonefoot, you can come out now too," he meowed.

‘Who’s Whitestorm and Stonefoot?’ was the thought that was on everyone’s minds.

The city cats watched as two new cats strolled into the clearing. One was a long furred white tom that had a hint of grey on his ears, tail, and face, while the other one had Russian Blue ancestry, and had very faint traces of stripes on his tail and legs.

“Lionheart? Who are these cats? I thought you said there would be three of them? And what are those things beside them? They smell like it came from two-leg place," said the greyish tom, who must be Stonefoot.

Rusty stared at the tom, he resembled Bluestar greatly. ‘Is he related to her by chance?’

Smudge picked up on this and cocked his head to the side as he glanced at the grey cat. “Excuse me Sir, are you related to Bluestar by any chance?”

Stonefoot inclined his head. “Yes, I am. I’m her son, and she was made Deputy when my siblings and I were still kits by her side.” His voice was filled with pride when he mentioned this, and he turned to face the white tom next to him.

Whitestorm, who was probably named for his fur, spoke up. “I have to say, when Bluestar said that they were kitty pets that resembled Leopardshine and was nearly the size of our biggest Warrior, I had a hard time picturing it. But now, I can see why she extended an offer to join the Clan."

“But to answer Stonefoot’s question, who are these cats Rusty?” mewed Lionheart, his voice having the slightest edge to it. Rusty wondered why until it hit him. He might think it is some trap since he had only expected the three of us. He doesn’t know about Pen, Sephiroth, or Johnny.

"I guess it is fair we introduce them." Using his tail, Rusty pointed at his friends. “This is Penumbra, Sephiroth, and Johnny. They decided to send us off when we told them we were leaving and offered to carry gifts for your Clan."

Meeting the Clan Cats gazes, he continued. “As for those items over there; we figured since you said nights can get cold, we brought blankets, something that can keep you warm. We also brought some toys for any kittens for entertainment.”

The cats gave their own greetings.

Penumbra nodded her head. “I always wondered what a Clan Cat would look like, so it’s nice to meet you three,” she said. Smudge gave her a quick glance, and Rusty assumed she was putting a friendly face so she won’t come off needlessly antagonizing.

“And no, I can’t hear out of the other pair of ears, apparently they are for show,” the molly answered.

“Yes, my back legs don’t work. This is called a wheelchair, and it helps me get around so I don’t have to drag myself whenever I want to move,” said Johnny. He wheeled himself in a tight circle to prove his point.

Lionheart, Whitestorm, and Stonefoot looked on with wide eyes.

“I never imagined that I’ll see a cat with Russian Blue ancestry in the forest. And one that somehow has ghost stripes as an adult! I know humans who would pay good money to have you as a pet!” Sephiroth told Stonefoot.

Stonefoot had a look of confusion in his bluish eyes. “...Thanks?”

Whitestorm went to the Jack o Lantern blanket and pressed down on it with his paw. Golden eyes took on a contemplative shine. “Lionheart, Stonefoot, I think they are right. The Elders and The Queens can make use of these.”

Rusty secretly did a fist pump in his head. They seemed okay with it so far!

The tom then looked at PK and Bonnie. “Are those for the kits? They sure are… colorful looking.”

“No, those two are very special and belong to us,” replied Princess. “The toys for the kits are in Smudge’s lunchbox.” She tossed her head to the Spidey themed tin box.

Rusty grimaced as Penumbra got a look in her eyes. “Rusty still needs a toy to go to bed? Oh man, why didn’t you tell me this before you decided to leave? I could have held this over him.”

The savannah tom sighed in resignation. At least she wouldn’t have the time to actually do it.

“Speaking of my lunchbox, can I please train to become a Medicine Cat? I’ll listen to every word my mentor says and my tin box can hold a lot of herbs!” said Smudge with hope in his golden eyes.

Stonefoot stared at Smudge in surprise. “You want to become a Medicine Cat? Hmmm, I’ll let Bluestar and Spottedleaf know that there is a potential apprentice that wants to join. If they say yes, then your odds are good.”

Smudge practically glowed with excitement.

“Can me and the others help carry this to the Clan? If that’s okay with all of you,” asked Penumbra.

Rusty looked at Lionheart with hopeful eyes. Princess and Smudge did the same.

Whitestorm and Stonefoot gazed at the golden tabby, who thought about this question.

“Only because your gifts seem like a pawful to carry.” Looking at Penumbra, Sephiroth, and Johnny, he went on. “It is an honor for outsiders to come to our camp, but don’t try to come back to our territories to catch prey, or you will be chased out.”

Smudge spoke before Penumbra could. “They know not to trespass, Lionheart. Right guys?”

Sephiroth nodded, though his eyes held a spark of irritation at the accusation that he’d hunt in foreign territory.

Johnny shrugged his shoulders. “The Valentines give me beef, poultry, and pork for my meals. So I’m good on that end.”

Penumbra bristled at Lionheart’s tone but nodded her head. “I’m fine with the prey back over the fence, you won’t find any squirrels missing from me.”

Lionheart nodded. “Good to hear. Stonefoot, you can…” he trailed off as the wind suddenly brought new scents into the clearing. Something familiar to the City cats.

Hissing, Lionheart’s fur fluffed up. “Dogs! Dogs are coming straight towards here! You five, hide over there and we sho—”

Out of the bushes shot out two large dogs. One was a brindle Greyhound, and the other was a fully grown black and tan Tibetan Mastiff.

The Clan cats jumped back, the scent of fear and alarm coming off of their fur in waves.

Rusty gaped at the sight, before yowling in joy. “Seng! Winry. You came!”

The dogs now known as Seng and Winry halted in front of the group of felines. The Greyhound huffed, before doing something that nearly gave the Clan cats a collective heart attack.

She spoke. Clearly.

“Why is it that when Seng and I came back from the Park, we find you,” she pointed her nose at Rusty, “Your sister, and the other’s scents near our houses that led all the way to the forest?”

Looking at Lionheart, Whitestorm, and Stonefoot, she then cocked her head. “Are you those Clan cats that think they are descendants from Wild Cats? Because I find that really funny when you live right next to a city, mate."

Whitestorm’s eyes bulged out of his skull. “T-t-talking dogs?!” The poor tom looked like he was going to faint from shock.

“That’s a nice Shaggy impression you got going on there,” replied Penumbra. She watched the spectacle with amusement.

Johnny shushed her, but he had the same expression.

Seng went ahead and licked Rusty’s face eagerly. Causing his fur to stick up. “Rusty! Why are you here? You could have gotten hurt, or worse! The animal catcher could have grabbed you!”

Rusty shook his head to fling off the remaining slobber. “The animal catcher won’t go after us since we have collars Seng, but thank you for your concern." He really meant it. Now they could say goodbye in person, and not by second hand.

Winry narrowed her eyes as she looked at the two Savannah cats and Turkish angora, then at the pile of blankets, before at the Clan cats, who seemed to be stuck in a flight or fight mode.

“Rusty." Her voice took on a knowing edge, which made him shuffle his paws. “Are you planning on joining the forest cats?” Seng shot up from furiously licking Smudge’s face with wide eyes.

“Huh? Winry what are you on about?” the Tibetan Mastiff got up and met Rusty’s green eyes. “Is Winry telling the truth?”

Rusty fought the gulp as he saw the confusion in her massive face. Winry and Seng were the only dogs that were their friends besides Oscar, and he was more of a friendly elder. Rusty didn’t want to break her heart, but he needed to tell her the truth.

But before he could, Princess answered both of their questions. “Winry is right. Me, my brother, and Smudge are leaving to join the Clan. Pen, Sephiroth, and Johnny came to help carry some things we’ll need for our new lives.”

Winry flicked her ears while Seng surprisingly growled low. “Are they making you do this against your will? If so I”ll—”

“No." Lionheart finally got over his shock, though his eyes were slitted and his tail was puffy. “They wanted to join our Clan with their by their own will. Bluestar won’t force them."

Whitestorm made a noise along with Stonefoot. “Rusty and his friends crossed the fence last night during our patrol, and it was our Leader who offered. She doesn’t make those on whims, which tells us that they have the potential to become something greater," rasped Whitestorm.

“It’s true Winry. Seng. Rusty and Princess wanted to join to escape becoming Show-Cats, while I had to leave because of Donovan," Smudge told them. He didn’t want them to think Lionheart and the others were trying to coerce them into something they didn’t want.

Rusty and Princess nodded in agreement. Penumbra lifted her head. “While I don’t like it, they do want to join, and I wish them the best in their endeavors.''

Winry showed teeth at the name Donovan. “Ouch. Sorry to hear about that Smudge. Heard that the guy is a real headcase."

Seng swung her head to Whitestorm, who stood his ground despite his whiskers vibrating. “You will protect them with all of your might. Right?" While her voice didn’t have any malice in it, the white tom felt the underline pressure in that sentence. The silent ‘Or Else’ was easily picked up by his Clanmates.

“We will protect them with our life, as they will protect ThunderClan," spoke Stonefoot. It seemed that he finally got over the shock, and he looked at the dogs with some kind of awe.

Rusty was confused. Sure, Seng was massive, but other than that, what confounded the Clan Cats so? They know what dogs were, so why act like that?

It seemed like he wasn’t the only one who thought of that. “So, why did you lot act like you just saw a funnel-web spider when we talked? Are dogs talking that big of a revelation to you?” spoke Winry. She had laid down on her side, since sitting down was a bit of a problem for her species.

Stonefoot and Lionheart took a step back. Leaving Whitestorm to speak for his Clan. The tom swung his head and hissed at this betrayal before reluctantly meeting the dogs faces.

“I mean no offense, but the Clans haven’t… had the best experience when it comes to dogs. Some attack us on sight with no provocation, and we never actually heard them talk. Just bark, with a splattering of words. Also, we see dogs with their two-legs on the trail, but I had never seen one big as you." He nodded to Seng, who stomped her paws. Small clouds of dust kicked up in the air.

“Well, dogs can speak, some just don’t try to learn to speak as you cats do." She then let out a series of barks that the city cats could make out as “My name is Sengdongma, and I like to chew on deer antlers."

Whitestorm and the others twitched at the sound but didn’t seem to pick on what she said. “See, that was me talking in the language of dogs. Some city cats know it, like those cats over there”.

A gold, white, and grey head turned to look at them in surprise. “You can understand dogs?!” sputtered Stonefoot. Rusty puffed his chest out with pride. “Yep! We can understand humans too. You have too if you live in the City”.

Winry then took over. “As for dogs attacking you, I really can’t hazard a guess as to why they do that. Unless they are arseholes and help to push the stereotype that dogs hate cats for no reason."

Whitestorm looked pensive before he cleared his throat. “Thank you for this conversation, Winry, Seng. But Bluestar is waiting for us back at camp, and we must make haste to return to it," he mewed.

“What about your collars?” asked Winry. She had gotten to her paws, and pointed at their collars and bandana with her nose.

Rusty had nearly forgotten about them. Their collars! Would the Clan accept them if they still had it on?

Seng had seemed to figure it out. “Hold still Rusty." Lowering her head to his neck, she bit the band and pulled. A quick pinch to his neck, and a loud snapping sound resounded in the clearing. Dangling from her jaws was his collar, snapped cleanly in half.

In total shock, Rusty took a deep breath and felt the hold of the thing that was around his neck as long he could remember disappear.

Princess’s blue eyes shone with realization. “Of course! You’re a genius, Seng. Can you do me next please." Said dog padded over to her, and a couple of seconds later, Princess’s collar met a fate similar to his.

“I feel so free!” she meowed. Turning her head this way and that, she turned to Seng. “Thank you so much, who knows how we could have gotten them off in the Clan?”

“No need to do mine Seng” Smudge simply sat on his haunches before he used his forepaws to play with the bandana around his neck. Soon, it became undone, and it fluttered to the ground.

“Thank you for helping out” replied Lionheart. “You three, take your collars, it will show Bluestar and the Clans that you mean what you say you want to join.” Stonefoot, show the others to our camp since they are holding things that require an easier path. Rusty, Princess, and Smudge are with me and Whitestorm."

“They’ll visit us right?” muttered Seng as she watched the cats get ready to leave. Stonefoot turned his head as he led Penumbra and the others to the side of the clearing.

“That is up to Bluestar, but I’ll make sure she considers it." And with that, they all disappeared into the thicket, Johnny’s ginger tail brushing the forest floor.

“Goodbye, Seng, Winry," Rusty said. They each passed their tongues over his face, then did the same to Princess and Smudge, their tails low but wagging faintly. They then lapped the cheek fur of Whirestorm and Lionheart, who blinked and fluffed out their fur a bit in surprise.

Seng looked at Rusty. "It's been fun," the mastiff said. "Be safe, you three."

"We will," Princess replied.

“We’ll show everyone just what Silverpine cats can do,” said Rusty.

Whitestorm and Lionheart nodded. Rusty collected his now broken collar along with his stuffed toy. With Princess and Smudge beside him as they followed the two warriors, Rusty took one last glance at the canines who befriended them.

“We will see each other again," woofed Seng. Then she, along with Winry, ran back to their homes.

#i speak #wild meets wild #rusty #princess #smudge #lionheart #whitestorm #stonefoot #cats from silverpine #penumbra #sephiroth #johnny #this chapter was supposed to be way longer but google docs became the fun police so I had to half it #otherwise this chapter would had been over twenty pages long #but it was really fun to write!#sepiroth is named after the famous villain from final fantasy vii #penumbra has four ears like yoda the cat #who is real look him up #johnny is based off a jojo character from part 7 #he's kinda like briarlight but he has a cat wheel chair with pouches on the sides #sengdongma #seng the mastiff #winry #winry the greyhound #whitestorm wore revenge for lionheart and stonefoot's stunt with the dogs #thunderclan #fun fact penumbra and sephiroth just just appeared in my head randomly #just like nightsong #i not complaining since i grown to like penumbra #you'll see in ch four

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Odd Omen

Chapter 2

I have one tiny problem two actually. My accent and my charisma. The more I stay at one place more my accent begins to adapt once it does it hard to change it. Then there my charisma, it make thing easy sometime and harder other times. Like I said I'm not interesting in dating. I mean I trying to stay under Heaven and Hell radar here. I also don't stay in one place long enough for that sort of thing.

One day I went to a theater in London since those were now becoming popular to watch a new play by a new guy call William Shakespeare. The play was call Hamlet.

I watch the play and noticed two men in the front, one look like just like the angle I met in the garden many centuries ago. The other guy he was with I didn't know.

They were watching play too. They were whispering to each other. What I didn't know what they were talk about since I was to far away to hear untill I hear the guy who look like my angel friend try to cheer on Hamlet. I think he was ask what his friend thought about the play because he then told them that the guy I didn't know was not his friend. I just roll my eyes at this.

Why are you talking to him if he not your friend. You seem like you know him. I left the theater and became a fox again.

I don't like deal with people. Humans have too much of a ego sometime. I went back to been in my human form once again. Why you ask me because sometime I'm too curious for my own good. Sometime I like to eat food even though I don't need to, listening to music is always good, looking for a good book, or just see how the world changes. I never need a reason to be either in my human form or my fox form.

And so the world changes from one century to the next. New thing pop up everwhere citys, cars, tvs, and phones.

Yes, I have a smart phone who doesn't these days.

I was in my human form. I been in my human form for awhile now. I just try to survive so I had to adapt to my surroundings.

One day I took a walk in St James's Park. I very fond of this park. It has a pond too bad it's duck pound. Duck can be such bullies. I was walking to the pond when I noticed I was being followed by some guy. Great, this is not what I need today. Oh by the way I decided to make my human form a woman from now on. I was try to lose the guy who was following me but I couldn't shake him.

"Damn!" I said under my breath.

I need to stop guy from following me. If I couldn't shake him the next best thing to do was to find some people to talk to which work most of the time.

I saw two guys setting on a bench feeding the ducks. Perfect, just what I needed to get this stalker to leave.

One guy setting on the bench had white hair and his friend had dark hair. I walk along the pond and wave at them.

"Hi guys, fancy meeting..."

I didn't get finish this sentence because I didn't know where I was going and was too close to the pond. I slipped and fell right into the water. I was now wet from head to toe. I looked at my stalker to white who seem to be worry if I was ok but dark just look at me like he was thinking how much more stupider can this girl get. I blushed at this and looked away.

The stalker and white seem to be getting ready to come to my rescue but stop because dark had beat them to it. He stood in fornt of me offering his hand to help me up.

"Here let me help you miss." He offered.

I give him my hand and he pull me helping me up but as soon as I was up on my feet dark took this opportunity just to sweep me off my feet and carry me out of the water and to the closest bench.

I held on to dark as he carry me. I saw my stalker was not happy and stormed off.

"You need to be more careful miss." Dark warned me.

"Ok." I manage to get out.

My attention was now on dark. He was hot, like male supermodel hot! He was tall, strong, and wore very stylish clothing which I bet now needed to be taken to the dry cleaners which I was probably end up paying for.

I try keep myself from look at him. It didn't stop me from smelling his cologne which smell really good. I held on tighter to him. My chest begin to tighten as well. I started to think happily that I wouldn't mean if dark never put me down.

Before I knew it I was setting on the bench. White came to see if I was hurt. Dark bend down and gently took my high heel boot off. He move up the pants leg of my jeans and took a look at my left ankle.

"She did a great job of twisting her ankle." Dark told white.

"Look really bad, don't worry my dear we take to the hospitals. You poor thing, you're shaking! Crowley give me your jacket so she can warm up." White said worryingly.

"No." Crowley said angrily. "We are not take her the hospitals. I'm not letting her set a foot in my Bentley so you can forget about it Aziraphale. If you want to help her get on your phone and call for someone else to help her."

"But she hurt, wet, and cold. I'm not going to just stand by and wait for someone else to help her. Look now you are scaring her. Don't worry miss Corwley may look all mean and scary but deep he just a big soft teddy bear." Aziraphale said try to reassuring me by patting my shouder.

Crowley shot him a look of pure anger. If looks could kill this one would have.

"Fine!" Said Crowley angrily. "Here, wear my jacket. I'm going to pick you up and carry you to the car ok?"

I nodded that I understood.

Once again Crowley pick me gently and carry me to his car. I rested my head on his chast has his cologne hit my nose again. I was started to having weird feeling. I was warm, safe, and happy in his arms. Yes, there were alarm Bells screaming in my head but I didn't care.

Aziraphale open the car door so Crowley could sit me down in the front seat of the car. Aziraphale got in the back seat and Corwley got into the driver side.

Crowley's driving can be described like he was in a car chase like in the movies. He was going 90 miles per hour which I knew wasn't speed limit in central London. I thought I was going to die on the way to the hospitals.

Thank to Crowley driving we got to the hospitals in no time. Crowley park the Bentley as close to the hospital entrance that he could get. He got out of the and came to my side and open the door.

"Put the jacket on and put your arms around my neck." Cowley said as he getting ready to pick me up again.

I did as I was told.

"That a good kitty." Crowley teased me.

"Just to let you know this kitty got claws! I might scratch you." I teased him back.

He stop and put his face close to mine.

"I wouldn't mind some scratching and bitting a little later after this if you catch my drift my little sex kitten." Crowley whisper teasley in my ear.

I turn bright red and try to hide my face.

"Damn you to hell!" I mumbled.

"No thank you, been there not a fan." Crowley mumbled.

Oops guess he heard me. Damn I need to work on my teasing game. Wait, what am I saying!

Been carry by Crowley I could tell that had he great body. Oh my god, I just want to shut my mind off. If you were thinking my imagination was running away with me with thoughts I dare not mention you would be right. I wish I wasn't immortal because I just wanted to die.

And Crowley was enjoying evey minute of torturing me.

We found a seating area and Crowley sat me in a chair. Aziraphale went up to the fornt desk to tell a nurse about my twisted ankle. Crowley set next to me. There a noise as my stomach rumbled.

"Are you hungry? I can get a treat as long you keep been a good kitty." Said Crowley enjoy this a bit too much for my taste.

"I'm little hungry but I can wait you needn't worry about me." Told him as I looked round the rest area so I didn't have to look at his face anymore.

This first time someone was make me hissing mad. I wish he just stop.

Crowley walk off and disappeared for a while. Aziraphale sat down on the chair on the other of me.

"We might be here awhile. Were did Crowley go?" Aziraphale wondered.

"I don't know and I don't care." I said as I folded my arms in front of me.

"I'm guessing Crowley been have some fun picking on you. I can tell him to stop if it annoys you." Said Aziraphale.

"No, that ok."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, I'll just ignore him when he tries to pick on me again." I told Aziraphale and give him smile.

Aziraphale didn't seem so sure about it.

Crowley finally came back and sit down next to me.

"Here!" Crowley drop a bag in my lap.

I opened the bag and inside was a sandwich, a bag of crisps, a couple of candy bar, and a coke.

"You didn't have to but thank you Crowley." I said happily.

I guess he really can be a nice guy not just a jerk.

"Well, later we can just ask the vet what kind food our little kitty should eat." Crowley tease me again.

"Crowley, I think that enough teasing her." Aziraphale told him.

"Here I through there hope for you become a better man but I guess even I can be wrong." I tease Crowley.

"You not helping yourself my dear. You might want to stop egging him on." Aziraphale try to warned me.

"Sorry I can't be a better man but maybe later you can find out what I really am." Crowley patting my head as he said this. "And since you're been such a good kitty we'll go buy you a catnip mouse. What do you think Aziraphale?"

"I think you two are out of your minds." Azriphale took out his phone and started to ignore us.

I ate the food Crowley gave me and hug Crowley jacket closer to myself.

I guess Crowley through I was getting cold because he put a arm around me and pull me closer to him to warm me up. I was almost in his lap. I smell his cologne again and I put head on his shouder. The smell of Crowley cologne seem to make me relax and I fell sleep. By the way I don't need to sleep but I do fine it help me to distress and cleared my mind. So I do sleep from time to time. Same with eating since I don't need to.

"Come on wake up, or do you want me to wake you with a kiss like in that stupid fairy tale." Crowley whispered in my ear.

" Eww, no thank you." I was grossed out at the thought of Crowley kissing me.

"You two stop that." Aziraphale warned us to behave ourselves.

A nurse came up to us with a wheelchair for me.

"Get in and I will wheel you to an examining room miss." The nurse said.

Crowley pick me up and put me in the wheelchair. The nurse wheel into a examininh room. The doctor came a few minutes later and examine my angle. Told me what all doctor will tell you about a twisted ankle. Stay off of it for a few days and let it rest. Also put some ice on it.

I was wheel back to rest area after I paid the bill.

Crowley and Aziraphale were waitting for me.

"Doctor told me to stay off my ankle for a few days." I told them.

"Tell us were you live and we will take you home." Asked Aziraphale.

I look down sadly. I must have worry Crowley a bit too.

"You don't have a home do you?" Asked Crowley.

"What?!" Aziraphale was shocked.

"I had a flat I share with a flatmate. My flatmate was a guy and he kick me out because I wouldn't go out with him." I told them. "But it ok I can alway stay at a hotel untill I fine another flat no big deal."

I try to get up out the wheelchair but Crowley stop me before Aziraphale could get to me. He pick me up out wheelchair.

"Hey, put down I can walk on my own you know." I told him.

"Stop, bad kitty! Stop acting so proud. You are staying at my place and I'm not take no for answer." Crowley yell at me.

Aziraphale look at me sadly. I couldn't get any words to come out. Why is Crowley been nice to me? I didn't trust anyone. I been alone for so long. Part of me want to trust them. I guess even I in my long immortal life get lonely.

#good omens crowley #good omens #good omen aziraphale #azirpahale #crowley and aziraphale #aziraphale #aziraphel #anthony j crowley #angel and demon #angel #books and libraries

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fbwzoo · 5 years

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do you know a lot about blind cats or know any good blogs that do? i adopted my foster kitten from my work and she had a very rough start in life. she has eyelid agenesis and one of her eyes had previously ruptured and healed. the other was fine up till recently and it just randomly started getting weepy and swollen then yesterday it literally ruptured while i was holding her. it was traumatic. emergency vet said the eye needs to be removed and the other one too so it doesnt rupture also.

(blind cat anon cont) shes pretty much completely blind now i think she can kind of see bright lights? but shes going to have them removed and ive never had a blind cat. im not mad that shes gonna be blind im just super sad. she cant see and bumps into stuff constantly. she cant figure out how to get up on my bed anymore. i have to guide her into her litter box and to her water and food bowl bc her other senses arent that great either. and she used to play a lot and now she just sits in themiddle of the floor turning her head around at noises and looking sad and confused. i feel so bad for her my heart is breaking. shes only 4 months old. i just want her to be happy and feel loved

I’ve never had a blind cat either, mostly just my family dog who went pretty blind during her last several years (and had bad eyesight before that already). If it helps, she’s still really young - kittens already have a ton to learn & adjust to, so while she might have some extra difficulty for now, she should learn to adapt pretty well for the rest of her life. Kittens are already clumsy, so a blind kitten is likely going to do a lot more bumping & such. But with some time, she should learn some coping mechanisms & how best to get around.

Things that you can do that I can think of, though you may already be doing them.

- Keep her in just one room for now, if you can. She’ll likely need to be in a smaller area anyway post-surgery (a large dog crate might be a good idea for that? your vet should have suggestions on what’s necessary or not though), and keeping her in just one room for now can give her a chance to learn it better & gain some more confidence back before she has to tackle the whole place.

- Try to keep things picked up so there’s less for her to trip over.

- Keep all of her things easy to access, of course. I’m wondering if something like Dr. Elsey’s cat attract litter might be a good idea for her for right now? Maybe it’ll give her more scent clues to pick up on so she can find her litter box more easily.

- Something I’ve seen suggested for blind animals before is a different texture to warn of obstacles ahead or that they’re approaching certain areas, like food & water. For example, a wide plastic mat that her food & water bowls are on, so she can feel the difference & know she’s in the right area. Or tape or pillows or something alongside walls & furniture so she has some warning (once she realizes that’s what it means) of hard object in front of her, or at least has something softer to bump into until she gets a better grasp on the room set up.

- Do more sound-based & scent-based enrichment! There are chirping cat toys, and there are ones that are crackly, and once she gets older, you can try catnip with her as well. Getting crackly stuffed animal toys are something that you can make noise & then she can play-wrestle it when she catches/jumps on it, if she wants to.

- I would be cautious with your bed, since you don’t want her to fall off & be afraid of it. Maybe as she starts to get some confidence back, or if you can do some training that pillow/barrier = stop & go different way, you could try lining the edges with pillows or a rolled up blanket to help make sure she knows where the edges are, then you can pick her up for bedtime & put her back down when she needs. Another option is pet stairs, which you could also add some edges onto so she doesn’t fall off the side of those.

It’s still early, so like I said, I really think she’ll adjust better as she continues to grow & learn. I don’t know if they have exact experience with blindness, but @followthebluebell and @fractiousrvt are the first two people I think of for cats & special care for disabled kitties, and they might have some additional advice or things to consider!

Good luck, and hang in there. Your kitten is so lucky to have you, and I promise she knows she is loved. It may take some extra time & work, but I’m certain she can & will be a happy kitty. ♥

#catblr #cats #disabled cats #blind cats #blind animals #disabled animals #asks #long post #I was thinking about the halo device I've seen for blind dogs #which I wanted to get my dog but she declined before I could #but I'm not sure if it'd be too bulky for a cat #especially a kitten #cats already kinda have a similar thing going on with their whiskers too?#I'm guessing that will work better as the kitten develops & learns to use those other senses

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lamptracker · 5 years

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FIC: Win-Win (part 6/?)

Probably only one or two more parts of this. Also, ahh, how happy is Tom in these pictures/videos from Brazil?? I love it.

And I know there’s still stuff in my inbox but it’s Monday, so.

Overall Summary: Temporarily homeless, the reader needs a place to stay. Her friend Tom, who has a reputation for being a womanizer, has an extra room… and an idea.

Very loosely based on the How I Met Your Mother episode “World’s Greatest Couple,” where Lily posed as Barney’s wife to help him get rid of his one-night stands

Part summary: The reader finally responds to Tom’s confession, the gang finds out, Tony once again thinks he has a say.

There’s a lotta fluff in this part.

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5

Tagged: (if I forgot to tag you let me know!)

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“Please, (y/n), say something.”

Tom was looking at her, a mixture of hurt and adoration in his deep brown eyes.

(y/n) was stunned. He had just gotten through telling her about the nasty breakup that he’d endured three years prior, just before she’d moved to the city. How that breakup messed him up inside, made him swear off love forever…

...and how he’d fallen in love again.

With her.

Part of her was telling her, he doesn’t mean that. It’s a line, like he uses on all those girls to get them into bed. That’s all he wants, you know, to sleep with you.

But the way he was looking at her, coupled with the way his hand trembled as she held it in hers, proved otherwise.

Tom Holland was finally in love. And he was in love with her.

She loved him too.

But words were completely failing her right now.

“Look, if you don’t… I mean, if you’re not…”

(y/n) put her free hand on his arm as she shushed him. “Hold on, Tom, I’m just… I’m trying to unpack all this, okay?”

“Sure, take your time.” He didn’t let go of her hand, but he did look away.

(y/n) bit her lower lip. She wanted to tell him, wanted desperately to tell him. But… she just couldn’t come up with the words. So, she decided: Action.

“Tom.”

He looked up at her, his eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears (another sign that he truly was in love). She hooked her finger slightly as she tipped his chin up so he was looking at her. She licked her lips before leaning in to softly press them against his.

Tom stiffened in surprise for just a moment, before he realized:

She feels the same way.

His mouth opened slightly as their mouths slotted together. Her hand moved from just under his chin to his cheek, fingertips dancing along his cheekbone. He gripped her other hand more tightly as his free arm snaked around her waist. She scooted closer to him, mouths never breaking apart.

He finally pulled away, but just to catch his breath. She looked at him, a soft “oh” escaping her lips before he kissed her again.

This kiss was much more confident, more firm, more needy than the first. His tongue found her way into her mouth, lightly caressing hers. Her hands tangled in his short auburn curls.

When they finally broke apart, they met each other’s gaze.

“Wow,” (y/n) said.

“I...yeah.” Tom ran a thumb over her lower lip. “God, you’re amazing at that.”

“I’m pretty amazing at other stuff, too.”

“I bet you are. But… I want to take things slow, if you don’t mind. I really want to do things the right way. God knows I’ve spent enough time doing them the wrong way.”

(y/n) nodded. “I’m good with that. We’re sleeping in your bed tonight, though. I’ve been dying to try out those 1800-count Italian sheets since you brought them home.”

“Oh, my God, (y/n). Them, plus that faux-fur comforter? It’s like sleeping in a tub of whipped cream.”

“That… is a weird metaphor.”

“I couldn’t think of a better one. My goodness, you’re just...you’re beautiful.”

(y/n) giggled. “I should hope you’d think your wife was beautiful.”

“Ex-wife,” Tom replied. “I don’t need you to pretend to be my wife anymore.”

“Okay. Let’s go to the bar, drink a toast to this...ah… divorce. We can tell the gang then.”

Tom nodded. “Sounds great. How should we break it to them?”

“I have an idea.” (y/n) grinned slyly. “But first, can we make out some more?”

“Absolutely we can.”

“Did I tell you guys about this phone call I got today?” Jacob asked as Harrison brought a pitcher of beer and five glasses to the usual booth at the bar.

Zendaya shook her head. “No, what happened?”

“So I’m sitting there, working payroll for that little bakery, y’know. And my phone rings, I answer it, this woman immediately launches into a speech about her cat. He’s not eating, he’s got this symptom, he’s got that. I finally had to stop her and was like, ma’am, this is Anderson Accounting. My name’s Jacob. And she was like, ‘this isn’t the vet’s office?’” Jacob took a sip of the beer Harrison had just poured for him. “So I said no and she was just, ‘well, do you know what’s wrong with my cat?’ No, but I could probably figure out what he spent on catnip last year.”

Harrison and Zendaya doubled over with laughter. “Hey,” Harrison said. “Tom’s not here yet.”

“Neither is (y/n),” Zendaya added. “I wonder how their talk went today.”

“Oof. Not great, I guess.” Jacob pointed to the corner of the bar by the jukebox. There was Tom, his back to them; he was making out with someone they couldn’t see.

“Oh, great.” Harrison groaned as he rested his head in his hands. “She probably said no, so in typical Tom fashion he grabs the first random floozy he sees and...wait. Wait.”

Jacob and Zendaya turned their attentions to the corner. Tom had pulled away from the girl and grasped her hand; he finally moved to where all three could see the girl.

It was (y/n).

“Hey!” Jacob exclaimed. “That’s our floozy! I mean, I know… she’s not...I just…”

“Jacob, sweetie.” Zendaya leaned her head back onto the seat as she face-palmed. “I love you, but, ah...you may want to quit while you think you’re ahead.”

“Hey, guys.” Tom sat down in the booth next to Harrison; (y/n) slid in next to him. “So, um, (y/n) and I would like to announce that our fake marriage has ended in fake divorce.”

“Yeah,” (y/n) replied. “Figured I couldn’t pretend to be his wife to scare off random hookups if he, you know, doesn’t have them anymore.”

Zendaya started giggling, Jacob’s mouth went slack, and Harrison smiled.

“I am so happy for you two!” Harrison said.

“Me too,” Zendaya replied.

“Um… wow, congratulations!” Jacob finally responded, with a huge grin on his face.

“Next round’s on me.” Tom motioned for the waitress. “All this time, I’ve been looking for just the right girl. Turns out she was right here all the time.”

“Oh, stop it.” (y/n) leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“Um.. so what’s going on here?”

Everyone looked up. Tony had walked in and was at the edge of their table.

“Hello, Anthony,” (y/n) said coolly as Tom wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Tom and I are dating now.”

“Really,” Tony said flatly. “Hey, (y/n) can I talk to you over here for a minute?”

(y/n) eyed him suspiciously. “I… guess. Excuse me for a minute. Be right back.” She softly pecked Tom’s lips before joining Tony over at the bar. “Okay, what?”

“I don’t like this.”

“I don’t care,” she replied, mimicking his tone.

“You know how he is, (y/n), this is a big mistake.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “It might be. It might not be. It might be the best relationship I’ll ever be in. How am I going to know if I don’t try, though? Also, ah, people change.”

“People don’t change.”

“Really? When I started dating you, you were sweet. Loving. Monogamous. You changed.”

“This isn’t about me, it’s about Tom. And you. I’m just…” Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m trying to save you from potential heartbreak, that’s all.”

(y/n) scoffed. “Wow, okay. You’re trying to save me. How noble. Listen, Tony. I am not a damsel in distress, and you are not the white knight that needs to show up and save me because I do not need to be saved. Okay? I am a grown-up who can make her own decisions. Right now I am deciding to date Tom because I like him. I am deciding to let whatever you tell me go in one ear and out the other, I am deciding not to order a glass of water and dump it over your head. I am also deciding to go back to my booth and enjoy a glass of beer with my boyfriend and my friends. You would do well to decide to leave me the ever-loving fuck alone. Got me?”

“I… if that’s what you want. Okay. But when this blows up in your face, don’t come crying to me.”

“If. If it blows up. And… yeah, somehow I doubt that’ll be a problem. See ya, Tony.”

Tony started to protest as (y/n) walked back to the table, sliding back next to Tom.

“Now, where were we?” Tom said, kissing (y/n)’s temple.

“Oh, right.” Jacob held up his beer. “They say when one door closes, another opens. You’ve closed the door on your marriage, but have opened the door to a whole new relationship. To Tom and (y/n)!”

“To us!” Tom shouted, as the group clinked their beer mugs together.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #win-win

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welovetau · 6 years

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Baby Tau!

-So! The basic set up would still be the same with a few changes; Julia and the two others would still be kidnapped, and the other two would still die, for example. The major change is that rather than Tau being an AI, he’s a smol eight year old child. Alex adopted him for his experiments; blending humans with machine.

-Tau’s a cyborg, basically be to be a hub, a control center, for a whole slew of robots. He has metal implants on the back of his neck, sprouting up onto the back of his head, and his fingertips were modified so he doesn’t have nails or fingerprints.

-Julia and Tau become friends just the same way as they did in the movie; Tau loves music and being read to and basically is desperate to know about what the world i s.

-The end of the movie is also similar, with Alex dying and Julia taking Tau with her. They also score some of Tau’s robots who he was deeply attached too, so Julia was able to make a hefty profit of selling the blueprints and schematics out to some tech companies.

-She really wasn’t expecting to be a parent. Like. Ever. She didn’t have to deal with too much of it on the first year, because the press was all over them and they both had to travel to conferences and all that official shit so there wasn’t much chance for that.

-However, once they settled in their new house, (in California, after she gets all her stuff from her New York apartment) Julia uh, realizes she does have to do some parenting things. Like getting Tau an education. Like figuring out what the fuck is a good meal plan. Like making sure their new cable company has the cartoon channel and the symphony channel. Like making sure she arranged doctors and dentists and therapists and all sorts of medical professionals. Like making sure she was doing her best to acknowledge the damage Alex did both to her and to her newfound son.

-Like get Tau a cat.

“Julia?”

“Mhm?” Julia said, looking over at Tau, who was kneeling on the chair beside her. It was a Sunday morning, clear and bright, she was on her second cup of coffee, and just about halfway through filling out school registration forms. “We can go to the park in like, half an hour, after I’m done. The one with the swings, you liked that, right?”

“Yes,” Tau fidgeted, tweaking his hearing aid. “Julia, may I get a pet?”

She set down her pen, resting her chin on her hands. “A pet, huh. Well, why?”

In response to her question, Tau’s eyes widened. He apparently didn’t think he would actually get this far. “I did some analysis on the happiness pets bring! Then I compared the results to the most common house pets, both in my age group and in our area, as you can see on this spreadsheet. Latest, I wrote you a five and half page essay on why a pet would bring even more happiness and stability to our household. The conclusion I reached is that I should get a dog, a rabbit, or a cat. A cat sounds quite interesting, and so I did even more research on the different breeds of them.” When he finished with his spiel, he handed Julia a tablet, with the research notes pulled up.

She scrolled through the opening arguments, and made various noises of approval as she noticed how detailed the research was. For fuck’s sake, the kid even had a three page bibliography to cite his sources. “Well, this place is certainly large enough for a pet,” She mused, scrolling through the cat analysis. “And I did always want a cat…okay, what the hell, let’s get a cat.”

“Yay!” Tau cheered, clapping excitedly. “I found the best shelter in town, and it is open until 5:30 pm, so we have approximately nine hours to gather the necessary supplies.”

“And when’s the best pet supply store in town open until?”

“4:00 on Saturday, so we best get cracking.”

Julia laughed, ruffling Tau’s hair. “You’re going to have to wait for a bit, sport. These forms have to be filled out for Monday, so you can get into school.” She picked up her pen, before seeing Tau’s crestfallen face.

“Why don’t you brainstorm some names for the cat?” She suggested. Nodding excitedly in agreement, Tau bounded up to his rooms, no doubt to make a list or three. Shaking her head with a smile, Julia returned to her forms.

After they were dropped off with the principal’s secretary, Julia and Tau began their pet seeking journey. First stop was the nearby pet supply store, where they were confronted with many options.

“Wow,” Julia whistled under her breath, looking at the amount of cat food, cat toys, cat towers and other cat related materials. “They really need a lot, don’t they?”

Tau dug in his shorts pocket and pulled out a crumpled list. “I’ve provided us with a list of the various things our cat should acquire. First, I think our cat should be an indoors cat, given the dangers outdoor cats often face. For our cat to be happy and healthy, this is what they should require.”

Accepting the list, and looking over its content, Julia went over to the display of cat trees and towers. “So, if you were a cat, which would you like best?” Crouching, she poked at a pink tent, and to her surprise, a very grumpy, very big cat stuck their head out of the tent. “Apparently this one is good for sleeping!”

They ended up with not only the pink cat tent but also with a tower that said it was a ‘luxury cat condo’, three packages of bell toys, one electronic mouse, a number of feathers on sticks, and some catnip mice. Of course they also stocked up a large bag of dry cat food (the best brand, according to Tau), some cat treats, cat litter, two litter boxes and a comfortable cat carrier.

“I think our future kitty should be happy with this,” Julia commented, closing the trunk on their various cat purchases. “Now all we need is the actual cat.”

“We have approximately seven hours to do so,” Tau informed her, sliding into the backseat, making sure to buckle in safely. “And during my last refresh of the website there were seventeen cats to select from, so there should be at least fourteen when we arrive.”

Julia turned the car out of the parking lot, checking the intersection before heading to the animal shelter. “Thought of any names yet? It has to be something easy to say…although Sir Fluffkins The Mighty Slayer does sound pretty appealing.”

Tau laughed with a little sort, and Julia smiled at his reflection in her mirror. It was good to make him laugh. God knows how much shit he’s been through. She worried about him of course, and she was already nervous about school for him. So far Tau’s only role models was a rogue engineer who tortured him, and an anti-social former thief. His childhood was off to a bad start.

She wanted the best for him, and was eager to help shape his future, but Julia still wanted to fulfill her own dreams. Whenever she had a moment to herself, one not spent doing her part of as the face of TAU Industries or caring for Tau, Julia focused on getting herself into college. Given she was in a new state, she still had some research to do on which was the best fit for a part time student, but at least now she could afford the fees.

Before long, she pulled in and parked by the small animal shelter. As she talked with the volunteer at the front desk about the forms and vet care they needed, another volunteer took Tau into the cat room. Julia found him trying to pet at least five cats at the same time, as they milled around the open floor space. She felt something rub against her ankles; a sleek looking black cat was winding a way through Julia’s legs.

“Hello there, pretty,” Julia bent down, letting the cat sniff her hand. She smiled as the cat began to butt against her hand. “Hey, Tau, come check out this kitty.”

As they were playing with one of Tau’s drones, getting the cat to bat and chase it as it flew around, a volunteer came over to them. “Seems like Lady here found her new family,” He remarked, “I think she really attached herself to you.”

“What are her details?” Tau asked, with much more maturity than one would expect a nine year old to have. “Has she had all her shots?”

“Yes, and she’s a year and half old. Her former family had to move to Canada, so she’s been here since. She doesn’t do well with dogs but she adores being petted on soft blankets.”

With a nod from Tau, Julia made the call, “We would love to adopt her.” Brushing her pants off, Julia stood, catching the drone, much to the cat’s dismay.

While she paid for and took care of the forms, Tau helped their new cat into her carrier. After a goodbye, they carefully put the carrier in the backseat, with Tau holding on it. Julia drove carefully away, not wanting to jolt their new pet.

“So, do we have a name for her?” Julia asked, over the sound of pitful mews.

“Tutti,” Tau said seriously, holding onto the carrier firmly. “An Italian musical term, meaning ‘together’ Because our family is all together now.”

Julia had to smile at that, so hard her cheeks started to hurt. “Yeah,” She said, making the turn into their driveway. “We’re all together now.”

#Submission #Tau #Tau 2018 #Tau Netflix #Julia (Tau)#Alex (Tau)#Human Tau #Tau Fanfiction #Tau Prompt Fill #I love the little serene slice of life!!!!#The imagery in this is amazing and I could totally see this as an episode of a show!! (Plz Netflix give us a TAU show)#All of the characters are adorable and on point!#I greatly appreciate the small details too! Like with the meaning behind the name of the cat #You go the extra mile just like your little kid Tau!#The whole world you've built is fantastic! I love your personal spin on it!#Also these two totally deserve a cat tbh!#Amazing work my dude! I love it! Thank you!#submission

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lord-hotcakes · 6 years

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I’m so upset, and I’ve never ever been this low before. Normally, I try not to air this kind of thing, but I’m so upset every single day now that I don’t know what else to do. I feel like I need to work through everything from the beginning to the end, so DISCLAIMER: the following contains a graphic account of an animal death.

Thursday night, only 5 hours after being diagnosed with a mass in her abdomen, my 15 year old cat Penny died. When I took her to the vet, she hadn’t eaten in a day or so, and had wet herself in her sleep at least once that I was aware of. After the discovery of her mass, my vet informed me that it looked to be on her spleen, and if it was, it was operable. She also said that she couldn’t know for sure until she opened her up in surgery, and there might be a chance she’d have to be euthanized on the table, depending on what they found. The other option given to me to avoid the large cost of surgery, was simply to just let her live out whatever time she had left. Neither of these statements, or Penny’s behavior that day led me to believe that she was in a lot of pain or that her death was close at hand. I decided to schedule her for surgery the following Tuesday. I also decided that if she didn’t eat or her health declined too much before surgery, I would go ahead and put her down to avoid any suffering.

When I brought her home, she walked out of the carrier and got a good drink of water and ate a tiny amount of food. She was sluggish, but I assumed that was because she obviously hadn’t been feeling well (and I had just found out why) and she hadn’t eaten much at all within the past 48 hours. Immediately after getting a drink she laid down behind my chair in a dark corner, all bundled up. I pet her back and she purred at me. A little later after drinking a bit more water, she laid down underneath the bar, in the darkest corner. I knew something was wrong, yes. I knew she had a mass and I know it was probably very uncomfortable, and I knew now that it was affecting her health.

I called my grandmother and told her tearfully my options involving Penny, and she invited me over so that I wouldn’t be alone, and we could talk about it and how to pay for her surgery. I left my house at around 5:15 PM to visit her, and I arrived back at a little after 8 PM. I couldn’t find Penny anywhere at first, so I looked where she was last I saw her. Finally I found her, sprawled out, spread eagle on her belly at the base of a nightstand in my living room. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with sadness, because I thought she had died alone without me, obviously struggling. But when I touched her, only her head moved, and she looked back at me, and then howled the loudest sound I’ve ever heard a cat make. Over, and over and over again. It seemed like she was screaming in pain. Her legs didn’t work. She was like a little rag doll. At this point I’ve burst into tears and I’m panicking. I know I need to have her put down NOW. She was dying.

I gathered a blanket in the floor and I lay her limp body on it as she whimpered and howled. Her pupils were blown so wide, I could only see black. She attempted to move a couple times, but was very uncoordinated. I immediately called my grandmother and gently got Penny into the carrier. By the time my grandmother arrived it was around 8:45, and the only vet open in my county was 30 minutes away, and closed at 9. I called them anyway, and they said they couldn’t help me, I’d have to go to Knoxville (an hour away). My brother heard me wailing in the driveway while I was waiting for my grandmother, and I let him say goodbye to Penny. We drove about 15 minutes, and I was with Penny in the back of the car, with the carrier open, my hands and arms inside trying to pet her to comfort her. Her wide staring eyes seemed to look right through me, and she didn’t respond to my touch at all. At the end of the 15 minutes she was panting, her breathing slowing, a stench on her breath. And right before we reached the parking lot of my old elementary school, Penny breathed her last breath while I pet her sweet face.

Shortly after her breathing stopped, her body convulsed, and a little clear fluid came of out her mouth. She shuddered about five times before it stopped. I wanted to pick her up and hold her because I knew she was gone. I didn’t. I couldn’t. It was all happening so fast, I was afraid I’d hurt her if I picked her up, even though I knew she was gone. I held her little paws and pet her little toe beans on the way home. I pet her until her fur lay silky and flat against her body, and I sobbed apologies to her what seemed like a thousand times, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me or understand. She was my little girl, with me for over half of my life, and I let her down and now she’s gone.

All I feel is the deepest sorrow and guilt I think a person can feel. I was at the vet 5 hours before she passed, and if had any clue she would have died that way, that soon, I would have made the decision to put her down right then. I feel like if I hadn’t left the house, I could have found her faster, got her to a vet faster to shorten her suffering. I feel like I should have known what was going on with her sooner. I feel so ashamed that I didn’t, and it’s tearing me to tiny pieces every day now. I can’t look at that nightstand in the living room without feeling sick. I wake up in the morning to give her her medicine, but then realize she’s not here. Throughout the day I see her out of the corner of my eye. I hear her making little chirps at me, but she’s gone.

I buried her in the morning on 6/22/18. I dug her grave under the oak tree at the end of our driveway that she loved to sit beneath during the summer. I laid her down on a little bed of black-eyed susans and red lilies I picked, along with her food bowl, her favorite toy, and a shitload of catnip. I covered her little body with a small towel, because it felt wrong to dump dirt on her. It feels bizarre to write any of this, because I still can’t believe she’s gone. None of it seems real.

I’m having an extremely hard time coping with the loss of her. She was my little girl, who I found meowing outside my kitchen window during a storm. When I crouched down and called to her, she ran into my arms with no hesitation. She found me and instantly I loved her, and she followed me wherever I went like a shadow for all her 15 years. She was the universe’s most dedicated lap cat, she purred like a little turtle dove, and had big ears and a tiny little head, like a bat. And all the literature I’ve looked up on grief says to remember the good times, but when I try, all I feel is pain, shame, and regret. I let her down. I can’t stop kicking myself for not being there, for not knowing, or for not seeing. I feel like I didn’t ever deserve the love she showed me, or the happiness she brought to my life. Now that she’s gone,I barely have an appetite, food doesn’t taste the same, my energy is gone and my bones feel like lead. I openly weep multiple times during the day, and for the life of me I can’t stop thinking about her. I miss her so god damned much it’s killing me, and I don’t know what to do. I feel so so so guilty. I feel like a monster, like I abandoned her when she needed me most. I would do absolutely anything if I could go back in time with the knowledge I have now and make sure that she never suffers like she did in her last moments.

Everyone keeps telling me I did everything humanly possible for her, but I don’t feel that way. I feel like there’s definitely more I could have done that could have spared her. All the stories I’ve read about people dealing with animals passing (because I’m desperately trying to figure out how to cope with this) always have some line about how their animal “went quietly and quickly” or “passed over the rainbow bridge.” Penny didn’t go quickly or quietly. There was no ceremonial closing of the eyes, and a gradual breathing of the last breath. I was in the back of a car speeding down the road, her eyes wide at me, gums white, saliva dripping from her mouth as she panted and howled, trying to sit up, but her limbs didn’t cooperate. I watched the life leave her over the course of 30 grueling, traumatic minutes. And I feel like it’s all my fault. I’m glad she wasn’t put down in a surgery, I know now, she wouldn’t have survived. I’m fortunate that I could be with her in her final moments. But I can’t help but feel like I could have done so much better for her. I’m so sorry Penny. I love you so much and I’m so sorry I didn’t do my absolute best for you. You didn’t deserve to go the way you did, and I feel like I’ll carry that burden for the rest of my life. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.

#grief #depression #tw: animal death #animal death #please don't reblog #personal

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ginniewheezie · 6 years

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could you tell us more about your cats?

YES. *rubs hands together* Where do I begin?

better make a cut or it will be annoyingly long..

Cynder is our enormously fluffy and mostly clueless Maine Coon. I believe he turns 13 this year but still acts like he is 3 or 4. My wife had him before we were together but he accepted me as step-meowmy right away. Actually, he claimed me the first night I ever stayed at my wife’s old apartment. I was sleeping on a cot in the living room (we weren’t together yet) and I woke up in the middle of the night to a cat tongue in my ear. He still does it. He has an earwax fetish. We went through a really rough patch with him for a few years. When we were all still living with my in laws, Cynder started getting a really swollen nose one day. We thought he’d been sniffing a bee or something (he’s kind of like a puppy sometimes) so we just figured we’d keep an eye on it etc. Well the next night, D and I came home really late and there were bloody paw prints everywhere. One of the pads on his foot tore off. We bandaged it etc and took him to the vet the next morning. Turns out, he has Lupus! I know, right? Well anyway, we had him on steroids every day (which isn’t a good thing and we noticed that his nose seemed worse when he was outside a lot (sunlight can cause ulcers which is what he would get on and in his nose). Trouble was, all the cats in the house were indoor/outdoor and the litterbox was outside. We tried to only let him out in the evening etc but…in laws were terrible about letting him out. Anyway, long story a bit shorter, once we moved into our house, we stopped letting him outside. He has some supervised outdoor time in the evenings or when it’s not sunny. He hasn’t had a single flare up since we moved. His favorite activities include sleeping, bird watching, stretching his entire body out on top of you, and indulging in a bit of catnip. His favorite toys are straws, Q-tips,and a tiny Buddy the Elf doll. Cynder is the absolute sweetest cat in the world, and without a doubt, the most innocent soul to walk the earth. He doesn’t have mean bone in his body. He refuses to bite or scratch you, no matter how much you annoy him. He’s my darling boy.

Rue is our year and a half (we think) old black cat. She has quite a story. Sometime around October/November of 2016, my wife and I were sitting on the couch, when we saw something move outside the back door. We crept to the window and saw (to our extreme delight) a tiny black cat, eating the food we had out there (we are the crazy ladies who feed all the neighborhood cats). She didn’t stay long. We saw her off and on over the next couple of days. At one point, we realized that she was staying under our shed. We have 2 in the yard and there was quite a little space underneath one of them, that she could get to through a hole between the sheds. Of course, I started taking food out to her and trying o get close to her. No luck. She was absolutely feral and terrified of humans. Even though we already had 2 cats (This was before Sam passed), we knew we wanted her. Eventually, she came out into the yard more often. I had also turned the second shed into a cat shelter with blankets and food and water (it was winter after all). She started watching us. She especially liked to watch us from the tree, which is how she got her name. Anyway, after months of me taking food out and using her name, she got to where she would let me get about 3 feet away from her. Then one February day, out of the blue, I set the food down and she ran to me. She crawled in my lap and snuggled into my jacket and we have been best friends ever since. She is rarely not at my side and most often in the same room as me. Bathroom? There. Bed? At my feet. Shes my protector. Also my therapy cat. If I start getting upset, she runs to me. She’s cut off quite a few BPD episodes before they hit me. She knows. If D is in the other room and I raise my voice a bit so she can hear me, Rue comes running to me and meows and puts her paws on my chest. She is sooo sweet and snuggly now. Especially if I have her favorite blanket. She also is a total maniac. She literally bounces off the walls like a ping pong ball. And climbs them. Everything is a toy to her and playtime is always. She has a special fondness for hair ties and fake mice. She’s my soul mate.

Sam, unfortunately, passed away early 2017. She was our little grey tortie and she was D’s best friend. They were inseparable. We knew she had bad arthritis in her hips but what we didn’t know is how bad it was. When it got to be too much for her to eat and drink, we had to send her where there is no pain. It was a very difficult time. We didn’t know until after she went, just how much pain she was in. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of her and hate myself.

Bruce technically isn’t ours. He “lives” 2 houses down but he is the neighborhood tom cat. He runs the place. But for some reason, he chose us as his second family. He stops by every meal time, and he has his own special fort on the porch for when it is rainy or cold. He can get very aggressive, though so he’s not allowed near our cats. We do let him in the house on winter nights or rainy days but we put our cats in the back half of the house. He’s the only cat I have ever been afraid of. Also, he’s possibly Rue’s father.

I hope I did my babies justice. Feel free to ask anything!!!!

Also check out my #rue tag for her whole story in pictures and videos. #cynder should have some too

#cats #rue #cynder

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alyssacantu91 · 4 years

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How To Stop A Cat From Spraying Without Neutering Easy And Cheap Tips

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What Does A Cat Look Like When They Spray

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