*****Flea Bath***** by Meridae
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charisstomaTitle: Flea Bath (Wizard World - 2nd litter kittens)
Author: Meridae
Summary: Feline familiars don't get normal fleas, which are easy for magical beings to manage, they get 'magical fleas'. In a family with 4 small kitten familiars the normal way, a flea bath, to deal with this problem is not a cake walk.
Crossposted here so others can enjoy.
"DUKE!! Grab him!" Brian yelled as a small, wet, black blur rocketed past the huge feline familiar. Duke ignored both husband and kitten, licking one elegant paw in disdain.
Brian growled in exasperation and raced after Ranel himself. Behind him, in the bathroom, Balthazaar attempted to hold a struggling, squirming, squealing CLAWING Erhard down into the medicated water. Amur had already been bathed, thank the Gods, and was a shivering, shaking mess huddled in front of the fire in the lounge, poor kitten, and Warren? Well, who the hell knew where Warren was! Brian had last seen him heading rapidly towards the attic, his tail tucked as far down between as back legs as he could get it.
Retrieving Ranel from underneath the big bed in the Master Bedroom, Brian hightailed it back to the bathroom, just in time to see Bazaar go head first into the water as Erhard scrambled up and out of the tub, mewling his head off.
One hand clutched firmly in Ranel's scruff, Brian thwarted Erhard's escape with a well placed foot and a much practiced scuffing manouvre. He handed Ranel to Bazaar when his husband managed to climb, soaking wet and spluttering, out of the water, then took Erhard more firmly in hand.
"Is he done?" Brian asked.
"Well, he's wet - done, I don't know. Have you got the comb?"
Brian nodded. "In front of the fire with Amu . . . "
Looking at each other in horrified realisation - Amur had been left alone with the comb - Brian hastily thrust Erhard back into Bazaar's arms and raced for the staircase down to the lounge.
Sighing wearily, Bazaar regarded his other husband with a sour expression.
"You could help, you know," he pointed out. Duke just flicked his tail disdainfully and went back to gnawing a particularly troublesome spot on his belly.
"Are you sure there's no magical way to fix this?" Bazaar asked again, sure the answer would be the same as the last time he asked.
"For normal fleas, yes. Magical fleas? No," Duke replied shortly. He'd taken his own de-fleaing bath with much more grace than his off-spring were exhibiting. Thank God the older litter wasn't home.
"I thought you understood . . ." Bazaar started, sensing that his feline husband wasn't as mollified as he and Brian thought.
"Understood?" Duke replied tartly. "Why would I understand the need to send MY kittens to some pestilent, plague ridden preschool for putrid precocious poppets who infect MY kittens with FLEAS, resulting in ALL of us needing BATHS?" Duke shuddered visibly, the shiver running in a silvery shimmer through his fur as he forced himself to calm down. "No, that sort of thing I will NEVER understand."
Author: Meridae
Summary: Feline familiars don't get normal fleas, which are easy for magical beings to manage, they get 'magical fleas'. In a family with 4 small kitten familiars the normal way, a flea bath, to deal with this problem is not a cake walk.
Crossposted here so others can enjoy.
"DUKE!! Grab him!" Brian yelled as a small, wet, black blur rocketed past the huge feline familiar. Duke ignored both husband and kitten, licking one elegant paw in disdain.
Brian growled in exasperation and raced after Ranel himself. Behind him, in the bathroom, Balthazaar attempted to hold a struggling, squirming, squealing CLAWING Erhard down into the medicated water. Amur had already been bathed, thank the Gods, and was a shivering, shaking mess huddled in front of the fire in the lounge, poor kitten, and Warren? Well, who the hell knew where Warren was! Brian had last seen him heading rapidly towards the attic, his tail tucked as far down between as back legs as he could get it.
Retrieving Ranel from underneath the big bed in the Master Bedroom, Brian hightailed it back to the bathroom, just in time to see Bazaar go head first into the water as Erhard scrambled up and out of the tub, mewling his head off.
One hand clutched firmly in Ranel's scruff, Brian thwarted Erhard's escape with a well placed foot and a much practiced scuffing manouvre. He handed Ranel to Bazaar when his husband managed to climb, soaking wet and spluttering, out of the water, then took Erhard more firmly in hand.
"Is he done?" Brian asked.
"Well, he's wet - done, I don't know. Have you got the comb?"
Brian nodded. "In front of the fire with Amu . . . "
Looking at each other in horrified realisation - Amur had been left alone with the comb - Brian hastily thrust Erhard back into Bazaar's arms and raced for the staircase down to the lounge.
Sighing wearily, Bazaar regarded his other husband with a sour expression.
"You could help, you know," he pointed out. Duke just flicked his tail disdainfully and went back to gnawing a particularly troublesome spot on his belly.
"Are you sure there's no magical way to fix this?" Bazaar asked again, sure the answer would be the same as the last time he asked.
"For normal fleas, yes. Magical fleas? No," Duke replied shortly. He'd taken his own de-fleaing bath with much more grace than his off-spring were exhibiting. Thank God the older litter wasn't home.
"I thought you understood . . ." Bazaar started, sensing that his feline husband wasn't as mollified as he and Brian thought.
"Understood?" Duke replied tartly. "Why would I understand the need to send MY kittens to some pestilent, plague ridden preschool for putrid precocious poppets who infect MY kittens with FLEAS, resulting in ALL of us needing BATHS?" Duke shuddered visibly, the shiver running in a silvery shimmer through his fur as he forced himself to calm down. "No, that sort of thing I will NEVER understand."
