"What's the matter, kitten?" Warne asked the forlorn child sat on the rug in front of the fire in his study. He'd never seen a kitten look more miserable but Tux, currently in human form, was managing it.
"The children next door won't play with me . . . "
Warne was taken aback for a moment. "Who? Your uncles?"
"No, not *them*" Tux replied, the scorn in his voice for his father's lack of understanding clear. "They'll play with me, but Buttercup is always there and we always have to do what she says! I want to play with the children at our OTHER neighbours, cos then *I'll* get to say what we play. Only they won't play with me. They won't even *talk* to me."
It was the last complaint, said in an increasingly querulous voice that spoke of impending tears that clued Warne in. Tux wasn't talking about familiar children - the neighbour's cat had had kittens a few months back and Tux thought . . .
Warne opened his mouth to try and explain, then thought better of it. Somethings were better coming from more knowledgeable grandparents. More knowledgeable *familiar* grandparents.
"Well . . . how about we don't worry about the neighbours kittens," He suggested gently to Tux. "How about we go visit Grandpapa Duke - I bet you he has a really good story to tell."
Face brightening at the promise of a Grandpapa Duke story, Tux nodded and stood, putting his hand in Warne's so they could walk the short distance to his grandfathers' house.
Poor Tux. Grandpapa Duke is indeed a favorite. Now will he do his explanation in such a way that Tux will think less of the neighbor's kittens or will he be understand that though not having the same potential as he, they'll still be fun to play with?
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Date: 2016-07-19 07:11 am (UTC)"What's the matter, kitten?" Warne asked the forlorn child sat on the rug in front of the fire in his study. He'd never seen a kitten look more miserable but Tux, currently in human form, was managing it.
"The children next door won't play with me . . . "
Warne was taken aback for a moment. "Who? Your uncles?"
"No, not *them*" Tux replied, the scorn in his voice for his father's lack of understanding clear. "They'll play with me, but Buttercup is always there and we always have to do what she says! I want to play with the children at our OTHER neighbours, cos then *I'll* get to say what we play. Only they won't play with me. They won't even *talk* to me."
It was the last complaint, said in an increasingly querulous voice that spoke of impending tears that clued Warne in. Tux wasn't talking about familiar children - the neighbour's cat had had kittens a few months back and Tux thought . . .
Warne opened his mouth to try and explain, then thought better of it. Somethings were better coming from more knowledgeable grandparents. More knowledgeable *familiar* grandparents.
"Well . . . how about we don't worry about the neighbours kittens," He suggested gently to Tux. "How about we go visit Grandpapa Duke - I bet you he has a really good story to tell."
Face brightening at the promise of a Grandpapa Duke story, Tux nodded and stood, putting his hand in Warne's so they could walk the short distance to his grandfathers' house.
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Date: 2016-07-19 08:52 pm (UTC)Poor Tux. Grandpapa Duke is indeed a favorite. Now will he do his explanation in such a way that Tux will think less of the neighbor's kittens or will he be understand that though not having the same potential as he, they'll still be fun to play with?