Sequel to Meep's purfect drabble
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charisstomaMeep wrote this delightfully wonderful response to this prompt.
It ended too soon or maybe the plunny had extra teeth….
Title: Poly Doesn’t Always mean More than one lover at a time.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1211
George shifted the smallish yet heavy plastic bag to his other hand, marveling again at how the bags could cut into fingers.
“Sir?”
“Sorry Officer. Did I hear anything the other day, you asked? Well something woke me and my toes are still discussing it with me, the walking in the dark to look out the window thing. And ... I not sure.”
“Of what aren’t you sure, sir? Did you see the vehicle that collided with the car parking area awning?”
“No. No vehicle. I didn’t see any car near the post at all. The area under the awning was perfectly barren by the time I made it to my window. To be honest, I work at night and I’ve got blackout drapes over the windows. Not even sure if what woke me was a car or truck hitting the post. I was asleep, you see.”
The officer sighed. “Well you were my last person to interview about it. Guess it’s going to be up to the insurance company to settle things with the property owner.”
“There wasn’t even any paint on the post to give you a clue?”
“Nada. Not a thing,” the officer paused. “You live alone? Nobody staying over with you?”
George laughed, “Sorry. Young, and gainfully employed with no romantic attachments. I was alone.”
“Name and cell number?”
“That can’t be ethically legal.”
“It’s perfectly reasonable if the insurance company needs to do its own questioning and asks for our interview results. Doesn’t hurt that you’re cute and if you ever need someone to ‘talk to’… Anyway, here’s my card. If you remember anything give me a call, or even if you don’t remember anything and just want to call.”
Grinning George carefully put the card in his pocket. He wondered if it would still be in his shirt when it got washed. “Thank you. Now, um, if you don’t mind. This bag seems to be getting heavier and heavier and I’ve only so many fingers that haven’t been tortured.”
“Those are some scratches you’ve got there.”
“Cat. He loves to be petted but only up to a point and then he uses his.”
“Ah. Allergic. To cats I mean. Sorry.”
“No problem. Good day, officer.”
“Good day, citizen,” was replied with a grin. “Always wanted to find a place to say that.”
George grinned back, “Well…” he gestured by swinging the bag and winced. “Guess I better move along.”
Grinning back the officer replied, “If you want your fingers to still be able to do anything productive.”
Entering the apartment, George called out, “I’m home.”
A thud answered from the living room and a marmalade colored cat plodded in gracefully.
“You do realize that you’re eating up my grocery money. I insist on a portion of each of these.” George reached into the bag and withdrew butcher paper wrapped bundles, leaving one on the counter and taking the others to the refrigerator. Turning he watched in amazement as the bulky cat seemed to levitate onto the counter.
“NO you don’t. You’ll be civilized and eat it off a platter. No ripping into the steak and scattering paper all over the place just because it’s in the way of you eating what’s inside.”
The cat paused and looked at him then sat and in his classic feline state, licked a paw demonstrating the claws it possessed.
“And I get a portion.” Quickly he opened a drawer and retrieved a steak knife and fork. “You’ll like it better if I cut it into smaller bite size pieces anyway, remember?”
A wide yawn displaying impressively large teeth answered him.
“Uh huh. Wait.”
The platter on the drying rack was next brought over.
“Here, lick this clean while I cut up the meat.” George placed the bloody butcher paper in front of the cat and cut the steak into small cat sized portions leaving the part that was his share. “It’ll take you longer to eat the smaller pieces, to savor them shall we say, and I might get a chance to fry up mine before you discover that you’re still hungry.”
Skewering the palm sized portion on the fork and keeping it out of reach, he pushed the platter towards his guest? As he was heating the pan and had just dropped the steak into it, George heard, “You were very cunning in your answers to the officer.”
“Wha?!” George flicked his eyes to the various places someone could be in his kitchen but just in case he stepped out into the entry way and looked there. That left only one other individual who might have spoken. “You… can talk?”
The cat purred.
“Oh no, you do not get away with purring and not answering the question.”
“The meat’s burning.”
“Shit!”
“Language, my human, language.”
“Am I going to wake up and find out that this never happened?”
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“Am I going to wake up?”
“Yes, and the meat is still burning. If you must cook it, at least don’t waste it.”
“Magnanimous of you since I’m sure you’ve eaten charred meat before. Oh it wouldn’t have gone to waste but I prefer it raw and bloody,” there was a hint of a laugh on the cat’s face, “and sometimes even alive.”
“You’re going to eat me?”
“Do take the meat off the heat. I’m not sure about eating you yet. Things like this take time to evaluate. You’d better get rid of that card the officer gave you. I. Don’t. Share. And until I do make up my mind, you are provisionally mine.”
“You… want me but not as food?”
“We’ll see. And we don’t eat those that we’ve considered as companions even if we decide not to keep them.”
“But… you’re a cat, a talking cat, and maybe a … dragon? How would that work, I mean if you’re going to ‘eat me’,” George paused to looked at the cat, “you do realize that that is a euphemism for oral sex?”
“Yes, I do realize that that is a euphemism for oral sex. NOW TAKE the steak OFF the heat!”
With a soft, ‘oh,’ George rescued the steak which was pretty charred on one side but sort of cooked through on the other.
“I like a crust on my steak occasionally,” he defended.
The cat grinned, “I do too. But I have a feeling that I’m going to like mine alive and moaning. Now take out the card and drop it and I’ll take care of its demise.”
“He’s allergic to cats, he said,” George took the card out of his pocket, mentally smiling that the washing machine wasn’t going to have to do his dirty work on it. As he dropped it,“Woah! You could have told me that even in cat form you could incinerate things by breathing at them.”
“Oh I have many talents that you will discover as we get to know each other.” If a cat could smirk…. “Eat your charred meat. I noticed the lube in your bedside drawer, the other day.” The smirk became more pronounced. “I think we’ll explore and answer that question of yours. Are you a virgin by the way?” As George mutely nodded. “Oh the places I will take you,” was purred.
It ended too soon or maybe the plunny had extra teeth….
Title: Poly Doesn’t Always mean More than one lover at a time.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1211
George shifted the smallish yet heavy plastic bag to his other hand, marveling again at how the bags could cut into fingers.
“Sir?”
“Sorry Officer. Did I hear anything the other day, you asked? Well something woke me and my toes are still discussing it with me, the walking in the dark to look out the window thing. And ... I not sure.”
“Of what aren’t you sure, sir? Did you see the vehicle that collided with the car parking area awning?”
“No. No vehicle. I didn’t see any car near the post at all. The area under the awning was perfectly barren by the time I made it to my window. To be honest, I work at night and I’ve got blackout drapes over the windows. Not even sure if what woke me was a car or truck hitting the post. I was asleep, you see.”
The officer sighed. “Well you were my last person to interview about it. Guess it’s going to be up to the insurance company to settle things with the property owner.”
“There wasn’t even any paint on the post to give you a clue?”
“Nada. Not a thing,” the officer paused. “You live alone? Nobody staying over with you?”
George laughed, “Sorry. Young, and gainfully employed with no romantic attachments. I was alone.”
“Name and cell number?”
“That can’t be ethically legal.”
“It’s perfectly reasonable if the insurance company needs to do its own questioning and asks for our interview results. Doesn’t hurt that you’re cute and if you ever need someone to ‘talk to’… Anyway, here’s my card. If you remember anything give me a call, or even if you don’t remember anything and just want to call.”
Grinning George carefully put the card in his pocket. He wondered if it would still be in his shirt when it got washed. “Thank you. Now, um, if you don’t mind. This bag seems to be getting heavier and heavier and I’ve only so many fingers that haven’t been tortured.”
“Those are some scratches you’ve got there.”
“Cat. He loves to be petted but only up to a point and then he uses his.”
“Ah. Allergic. To cats I mean. Sorry.”
“No problem. Good day, officer.”
“Good day, citizen,” was replied with a grin. “Always wanted to find a place to say that.”
George grinned back, “Well…” he gestured by swinging the bag and winced. “Guess I better move along.”
Grinning back the officer replied, “If you want your fingers to still be able to do anything productive.”
Entering the apartment, George called out, “I’m home.”
A thud answered from the living room and a marmalade colored cat plodded in gracefully.
“You do realize that you’re eating up my grocery money. I insist on a portion of each of these.” George reached into the bag and withdrew butcher paper wrapped bundles, leaving one on the counter and taking the others to the refrigerator. Turning he watched in amazement as the bulky cat seemed to levitate onto the counter.
“NO you don’t. You’ll be civilized and eat it off a platter. No ripping into the steak and scattering paper all over the place just because it’s in the way of you eating what’s inside.”
The cat paused and looked at him then sat and in his classic feline state, licked a paw demonstrating the claws it possessed.
“And I get a portion.” Quickly he opened a drawer and retrieved a steak knife and fork. “You’ll like it better if I cut it into smaller bite size pieces anyway, remember?”
A wide yawn displaying impressively large teeth answered him.
“Uh huh. Wait.”
The platter on the drying rack was next brought over.
“Here, lick this clean while I cut up the meat.” George placed the bloody butcher paper in front of the cat and cut the steak into small cat sized portions leaving the part that was his share. “It’ll take you longer to eat the smaller pieces, to savor them shall we say, and I might get a chance to fry up mine before you discover that you’re still hungry.”
Skewering the palm sized portion on the fork and keeping it out of reach, he pushed the platter towards his guest? As he was heating the pan and had just dropped the steak into it, George heard, “You were very cunning in your answers to the officer.”
“Wha?!” George flicked his eyes to the various places someone could be in his kitchen but just in case he stepped out into the entry way and looked there. That left only one other individual who might have spoken. “You… can talk?”
The cat purred.
“Oh no, you do not get away with purring and not answering the question.”
“The meat’s burning.”
“Shit!”
“Language, my human, language.”
“Am I going to wake up and find out that this never happened?”
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“Am I going to wake up?”
“Yes, and the meat is still burning. If you must cook it, at least don’t waste it.”
“Magnanimous of you since I’m sure you’ve eaten charred meat before. Oh it wouldn’t have gone to waste but I prefer it raw and bloody,” there was a hint of a laugh on the cat’s face, “and sometimes even alive.”
“You’re going to eat me?”
“Do take the meat off the heat. I’m not sure about eating you yet. Things like this take time to evaluate. You’d better get rid of that card the officer gave you. I. Don’t. Share. And until I do make up my mind, you are provisionally mine.”
“You… want me but not as food?”
“We’ll see. And we don’t eat those that we’ve considered as companions even if we decide not to keep them.”
“But… you’re a cat, a talking cat, and maybe a … dragon? How would that work, I mean if you’re going to ‘eat me’,” George paused to looked at the cat, “you do realize that that is a euphemism for oral sex?”
“Yes, I do realize that that is a euphemism for oral sex. NOW TAKE the steak OFF the heat!”
With a soft, ‘oh,’ George rescued the steak which was pretty charred on one side but sort of cooked through on the other.
“I like a crust on my steak occasionally,” he defended.
The cat grinned, “I do too. But I have a feeling that I’m going to like mine alive and moaning. Now take out the card and drop it and I’ll take care of its demise.”
“He’s allergic to cats, he said,” George took the card out of his pocket, mentally smiling that the washing machine wasn’t going to have to do his dirty work on it. As he dropped it,“Woah! You could have told me that even in cat form you could incinerate things by breathing at them.”
“Oh I have many talents that you will discover as we get to know each other.” If a cat could smirk…. “Eat your charred meat. I noticed the lube in your bedside drawer, the other day.” The smirk became more pronounced. “I think we’ll explore and answer that question of yours. Are you a virgin by the way?” As George mutely nodded. “Oh the places I will take you,” was purred.
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