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Newt's spit bath


Newt



We heard you hissed our friend.



This.
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Lost-Familiars-Concern -- Grumpy- Chester(Scamp) This is from Meep's Box Cat story arc This


Title: Kitten Gym
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 956


A distressed cry came from the pool table which had ever adult and some of the tweens cringing. It was followed by the sound of hacking up something and a hurried scurrying of small bodies through the pocket tunnels.

“Georgie slid into some ick and he’s being sick now too,” reported one small furry face whose body was swiftly pushed up and out by another kitten head. The first of course had to turn around and whap the kitten who was trying to escape through that pocket opening.

The green baize felt was soon awash with kittens tumbling over each other in mock or not so mock fights. Some even forgetting and disappearing back into the pockets only to reappear with great swiftness to be attacked as they tried to escape.

“Grab them and put them in the playpens so we can count them,” that was Chester trying to restore order.

“How many are there supposed to be?” someone called back as the magically kitten proof playpens, a gift from one of their benefactors, were brought in and set up.

“Unless someone snuck in a few more, there should be only 7,” was opinioned.

“Okay, there’s 4 and 3 between the 2 pens, and there’s still someone crying coming from the table.”

“Everybody quiet!” Silence froze everyone even the little one in the table. “Flash light and mirrors so we can figure out what we’re dealing with inside those tunnels.”

Grumpy entered and surveyed everything. With a grin he walked over to the table, “Foresaw this happening. Everyone but Chester get those kittens out of here and cleaned up if they need it.”

“We’re probably going to need to clean up in there. Don’t think we have to worry about your gag reflex now do we.”

“Wouldn’t bet on that.”

“We’ll see.” Grumpy pressed on a couple spots an adult arm’s length apart on the rail. Slowly it raised to reveal the tunnel underneath. “Needs cleaning. You’d have thought that small fast moving furry bodies would have taken care of that, would you.” He moved to the other side repeating the operation by pressing on the diamonds.

“Ah, there you are,” Grumpy lifted out a kitten too big to really be in the tunnels comfortably who was surrounded by the mess he’d made.

“He’s new. I don’t remember in-taking him.”

“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.

A distressed cry came from the pool table which had ever adult and some of the tweens cringing. It was followed by the sound of hacking up something and a hurried scurrying of small bodies through the pocket tunnels.

“Georgie slid into some ick and he’s being sick now too,” reported one small furry face whose body was swiftly pushed up and out by another kitten head. The first of course had to turn around and whap the kitten who was trying to escape through that pocket opening.

The green baize felt was soon awash with kittens tumbling over each other in mock or not so mock fights. Some even forgetting and disappearing back into the pockets only to reappear with great swiftness to be attacked as they tried to escape.

“Grab them and put them in the playpens so we can count them,” that was Chester trying to restore order.

“How many are there supposed to be?” someone called back as the magically kitten proof playpens, a gift from one of their benefactors, were brought in and set up.

“Unless someone snuck in a few more, there should be only 7,” was opinioned.

“Okay, there’s 4 and 3 between the 2 pens, and there’s still someone crying coming from the table.”

“Everybody quiet!” Silence froze everyone even the little one in the table. “Flash light and mirrors so we can figure out what we’re dealing with inside those tunnels.”

Grumpy entered and surveyed everything. With a grin he walked over to the table, “Foresaw this happening. Everyone but Chester get those kittens out of here and cleaned up if they need it.”

“We’re probably going to need to clean up in there. Don’t think we have to worry about your gag reflex now do we.”

“Wouldn’t bet on that.”

“We’ll see.” Grumpy pressed on a couple spots an adult arm’s length apart on the rail. Slowly it raised to reveal the tunnel underneath. “Needs cleaning. You’d have thought that small fast moving furry bodies would have taken care of that, would you.” He moved to the other side repeating the operation by pressing on the diamonds.

“Ah, there you are,” Grumpy lifted out a kitten too big to really be in the tunnels comfortably who was surrounded by the mess he’d made.

“He’s new. I don’t remember in-taking him.”

“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.

“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.

Holding the kitten up to better look at him, “Not feeling very good, are you. We’ll get in the familiar doctor to look at you but it’s probably that you ate too much too fast.” His comments were cut short as the kitten started gagging again. “Chester…”

Phone to ear, “Got him on speed dial. Hello Doc….”

Muffin turned out to be Milkwood, which got shortened quickly to Mil when Milly was rejected with claws and spitting dislike. They never discovered where Mil came from but he grew up well, making a good alliance and finding a good position as a familiar for hire. Because people will want a love story ending,they were still waiting for him to find wizard he'd keep for his own.
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Meri has reference and contex. How would Warne deal with this?




Fic posted Kitten Gym
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Title: The Things One Can Find in the Market
Andy & Simon stories
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 818


“Alright, whose kittens are these?”

No one raised a hand or a paw. Andy looked around ready to spit. Irresponsible parents and the kittens, considering context, had to be familiar in nature. “Just look at those cute little bitty blue eyes,” he found himself cooing.

There was a muffled snicker which brought Andy’s head around to glare at Simon. “What?!”

“Baby snake familiars are cuter.”

“Snake familiars aren’t furry until they’re old enough to be a public menace to innocent humans and then only in certain places on them.”

“Andy!” Simon said mockingly. “There are children presen… Scales!”

“What?” Andy turned thinking there was something endangering the kittens and he’d kill it whatever it was and gasped.Read more... )
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Title: Magical Technology Toys
Andy & Simon drabbles
Follows Cravings & Field Trip
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 336


“Why are we babysitting these little monsters again, Simon,” Andy asked sotto voce out of the side of his mouth.

“Because their parents kindly did not prosecute us for damaging their young psyches and they turned out to be good people,” was responded.

“Sir, that’s not nice to say about us,” Hector, the kitten from the nature walk that had interrupted Andy and Simon’s fun times al fresco in the shrubbery, stood looking up at them.

Grinning down at the cute kitten, because yes he was, “all small kittens with too much energy are little monsters; monsters that steal the energy from the adults around them. That’s why parents and kittensitters are so tired by the end of the day if they survive that long.”

There's more )
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No more there's a monster under the bed because light drives those away.

Tag Light .. a new game toy for kittens for the win - Magical Technology Toys
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Title: The Field Trip
Andy & Simon drabbles/stories
Fits between Cravings & Magical Technology Toys
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 300

Deep in the mood or Andy, Simon didn’t really want to be distracted but he paused, his familiar senses quivering and adjusting his hands under Andy’s cheeks stood to better survey the greenery around them. To his credit he didn’t lose his rhythm and Andy enjoyed the change in position judging by his whimpered moans.

A small young voice asked, “whatcha doing, mister?” and was answered by another snickering voice, “nothing you couldn’t scry in a mirror if you knew where to look.”

Yes there's more... )
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Meri found this and commented: Ranel's twins or a first spell casting gone wrong.

It lieth in wait for someone to write.
lieth: Verb. archaic third-person singular simple present indicative form of lie.

In 1592, on the anniversary of the Queen's coronation, Essex presented an entertainment composed by Bacon. In the speech in praise of knowledge he states his lifelong theme: "the sovereignty of man lieth hid in knowledge … now we govern nature in opinions, but are thrall to her in necessities; but if we would be led by her in invention, we should command her in action."
Read more at http://biography.yourdictionary.com/sir-francis-bacon#p0zYifk34BiCyvok.99
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Meridae plunnied this to me and Meep aided and abetted.
I had to write this out on paper between directing testing student traffic at the cross-halls for those students who needed a certain kind of room used just for 'that' purpose.


Title: Difficult Questions fielded by an Expert Grandparent
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 823


There was never so difficult an audience as the very young who didn’t understand, or worse did, the discomfort of an adult answering certain types of questions, Brian thought looking into the alertly expectant faces of his grand-kittens.

Today’s question; that Warne, Ranel and Reies didn’t feel able to answer, the cowards; in retrospect, Reies had tried, unsuccessfully it seemed; and now he, Brian, had to do damage control. Today’s question was; what was the difference between Daddy and Papa?

Those inquisitive little whiskered faces sat in a half circle waiting for his enlightenment.

“Okay kittens, “Birds.” It’s difficult to tell the difference between two of the same kind of birds, those who have set up a nest to raise their chicks in, apart although sometimes their feather colors will usually give you a clue. Many times they will not. But one will lay the egg or eggs in the nest. And most times both parents will take turns keeping the eggs warm and caring for the babies after they hatch. Baby birds are call hatchlings or fledglings after they start growing their feathers. They mainly eat worms and bugs,” Brian added and watched small faces scrunch into expressions of ‘ewwwe nasty’.

“It’s somewhat the same with your Daddy and Papa, except that your Daddy Ranel didn’t lay any eggs in a nest, he kept you all inside his tummy until you were ready to come out and his body produced the milk for you when you were younger kittens.” Brian smiled, “Sometimes you still want him to produce some for you and he does.”Read more... )
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Another Meri find:"I think Warne has one of these - no kittens allowed!
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Apothecary's Cabinet, 1730, Delft. Veneered with walnut and olive wood in oak core. Contents complete. The small central alcove can be removed to reveal a hidden pulley system that opens a set of secret drawers.
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Title: To Wand or Not to Wand? (Part 1 surely)
Author: meridae



Buttercup didn't understand what the big deal was. So they were going wand shopping. Finally. Her bestest friend had had her wand for a year now. Buttercup and her brothers were all most eleven (10 and 6 months and 1 day was closer to eleven than ten after all) and it was long past time, in her opinion, that they got their first wand.Read more... )
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Title: First Impressions part 2: The Juliet Stage
Part 1
Author: charisstoma
Word count:527
*Meep corrected me so this is corrected... slightly.

“Let me show you the rest of the house,” Leon dragged him along. “It’s not all as coldly ornate, some of it is fussy ornate. Wait til you see the stairway that goes absolutely nowhere but up.”

They stopped in front of a spiraling staircase with thick wooden columns and yes it was ornate. There were capitals in every style it seemed, Ionic, Corinthian and for good measure Doric thrown in wherever the builder or homeowner wished. Jessie looked up, spotting a lone painting mounted discretely on one corner of the top landing and a couple windows to light each landing. He quite like the large oval on the lower landing, the other was framed by more columns.

“You sure that it doesn’t go anywhere?” he couldn’t help asking. “Seems an awful lot of expense and work for nothing but a view. And why the painting?”

Leon grinned, “well we had to put something up there. And it is pretty kitten friendly; all those places to peek out from.” He paused his grin increasing, "alright it does go up to my room."Read more... )
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Kids and cats 'sometimes', and only sometimes, need picking up and dropping if they don't do what they're told. There's always time out and I've gloves that are claw proof.
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Rab Larson Just recently, I went to the library and asked for a book on Pavlov's dog and Shrodinger's Cat. The librarian said "That rings a bell, but I'm not sure if it's here.... or not."

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