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Mar. 13th, 2014
'Visits to the Vet' and its comment fic link
I think the Lewis family will be let in to the secret. Waffles loves his little miss and as a full familiar without human/wizard parentage he'd be happy spending most of his time lazing about in cat form. But he'd want his adult snuggles too, so he'd be that cat with a good home who visits another family daily for food and attention. Spoilt. Spoilt kitty.
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'Hey, you don't live here anymore, remember?' Waffles stared at Justin, stared at Justin's bare feet, flexed his claws and yawned widely.
'Tia is in school, she's not here to fuss over you' It had been hard at first accepting that the cat his young daughter played with was capable of changing form and was actually a young male familiar, but when you'd fished the same furrball out of the water butt in summer and resuced him from a falling curtain pole and.. well the list went on but it was hard to see him as a threat. The whole fuzzy question of magic, wizards and shape-shifting cats a seperate issue.
To them Waffles was a cat.
A cute annoying fluffball that stole buttered toast, hogged the sofa cushions and shed over the clean laundry - he spent his nights around the corner at Gavin's and what he did there Justin did not want to know. The smug satisfied look on their visiting cat was more than enough indicator.
'Are you two squabbling again?' Marie was better at this. Marie was out having tea with friends leaving Justin to face down a pint sized bundle of furr and attitude.
Waffles gave a pityful meow, if Justin didn't know him he'd be concerned. 'Don't you try that on me you manipulator' Justin scritched between angled ears catching himself only when he heard the deep purr.
'We really do need to get a dog' he tried to outstare the fiend, then made sure his bare feet were out of reach.
'Okay. I'll make you some toast. But you sit there and don't touch anything, don't climb anything, don't...just sit there okay. I refuse to pay your vet bills when you're living with the man. If you poof human you put clothes on and do NOT try telling me where your tongue has been. Not ever again!'
The answering purr was as near to a chuckle as a cat throat allowed and when Marie got home she found them lounging on the sofa scolding each other and having a great time. She scritched husband and cat then phoned Gavin on her way to makea cuppa, inviting to supper and suggesting he reclaim his lover.
Part 3
I think the Lewis family will be let in to the secret. Waffles loves his little miss and as a full familiar without human/wizard parentage he'd be happy spending most of his time lazing about in cat form. But he'd want his adult snuggles too, so he'd be that cat with a good home who visits another family daily for food and attention. Spoilt. Spoilt kitty.
== == == ==
'Hey, you don't live here anymore, remember?' Waffles stared at Justin, stared at Justin's bare feet, flexed his claws and yawned widely.
'Tia is in school, she's not here to fuss over you' It had been hard at first accepting that the cat his young daughter played with was capable of changing form and was actually a young male familiar, but when you'd fished the same furrball out of the water butt in summer and resuced him from a falling curtain pole and.. well the list went on but it was hard to see him as a threat. The whole fuzzy question of magic, wizards and shape-shifting cats a seperate issue.
To them Waffles was a cat.
A cute annoying fluffball that stole buttered toast, hogged the sofa cushions and shed over the clean laundry - he spent his nights around the corner at Gavin's and what he did there Justin did not want to know. The smug satisfied look on their visiting cat was more than enough indicator.
'Are you two squabbling again?' Marie was better at this. Marie was out having tea with friends leaving Justin to face down a pint sized bundle of furr and attitude.
Waffles gave a pityful meow, if Justin didn't know him he'd be concerned. 'Don't you try that on me you manipulator' Justin scritched between angled ears catching himself only when he heard the deep purr.
'We really do need to get a dog' he tried to outstare the fiend, then made sure his bare feet were out of reach.
'Okay. I'll make you some toast. But you sit there and don't touch anything, don't climb anything, don't...just sit there okay. I refuse to pay your vet bills when you're living with the man. If you poof human you put clothes on and do NOT try telling me where your tongue has been. Not ever again!'
The answering purr was as near to a chuckle as a cat throat allowed and when Marie got home she found them lounging on the sofa scolding each other and having a great time. She scritched husband and cat then phoned Gavin on her way to makea cuppa, inviting to supper and suggesting he reclaim his lover.
Part 3
Is this familiar?
Mar. 13th, 2014 03:20 pmhttp://themetapicture.com/you-know-you-have-a-good-dad-when/
This may be taking putting something in the kitty too far.
This may be taking putting something in the kitty too far.