Sunday Snuggle : Care and Feeding
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charisstomaTitle: Care and Feeding
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1537
The voice on the other end of the phone call was a little raspy but the phrasing was all Whitney, “James, I can't talk now but come to my apartment today. I've left a note explaining everything.”
James' confused reply of, “What? Wait, you can't say that and just hang .. up,” was interrupted by the dial tone. “Well fuck.”
By the time he got over to Whit's place the mystery had eaten on him mercilessly. He'd known Whit for years, meeting him in the grocery aisle, discovering a taste for gourmet cooking and from there to the occasional date involving dinner out and later trying to replicate the dishes. There'd been forays into the bedroom too, something that brought a smile to his face as he drove, hoping he'd find a surprise waiting, a naked surprise.
It was quiet as he entered Whit's apartment, everything was in its place. Neater than usual actually, as if Whit had prepared to go out of town. James stepped into the kitchen to check the refrigerator, looking for clues. If it had been empty then it would have made sense that Whitney had planned on going out of town but it wasn't. The shelves were not empty there were a few plastic baggies with small portions of what looked like raw meat. Almost he missed the neat place mat on the floor with a food bowl beside a now empty plate and a water dispenser style bowl that was akin to a small waterfall. That was odd. Whit didn't have any pets that he knew of. The bathroom revealed the next clue, again there was a mat beneath a new cat box.
Frustrated, James asked the room, “Alright, where's this note that Whit said he left?”
A movement on the back of one of the chairs widened his eyes, there watching him was a miniature leopard, its gaze fixed on him. It stood and stretched to its full length with each back leg extended individually.
“You're a beautiful animal,” James told the cat, Bengal cat if he guessed correctly, and seeing the smug look, “and you know it you conceited thing, you,” he ended with a laugh.
The cat's ear twitched at his words as it gracefully walked over to an end table at the corner of the sofa. A folded paper was pawed onto the floor that the cat then placed itself upon, sitting regally and daring him to move it.
“If that's Whit's note explaining things, more than likely about you, you're going to have to move that tail of yours. My inner spirit guide does not channel through cat butts, so you're going to be friendly and move or let me pick you up.”
In as nonthreatening a manner as possible James approached the cat, who of course sat and looked up at him as if to say, 'You want me to move then you move me.'
“Alright have it your way, Babe” James laughed because that was his name for Whit in their affectionate moments. With one hand he cupped under the chest supporting the back haunches against his hip and picked up the now wrinkled note. Flipping it open one handed with his thumb he read:
'You're not going to see my smiling face for a few days, only a few I hope, something happened. Please take care of the cat for me. I'll explain after. I'm grinning as I say this, Love me, love my cat.
Each baggie of meat in the refrigerator is a meal. Twice a day. The dry food is for snacking so don't worry about that, it should be fine.
Love you. Whit
P.S. The sheets are clean. You can stay here.'
“Well Babe,” James looked down at the cat, meeting the cat's intent look, “you and me together. I work during the day so you'll have to amuse yourself until I get home. Good thing that I keep a bag in the car in case I get lucky with your housemate.” Babe gave a small growl with his ears back at that but hooked a paw into James' shirt to pull him close enough to rub the corner of his jaw against him in scent marking. James laughed and placing the cat on the sofa, “Let's go see what Whit has in the freezer for me to eat.”
That night James slept in Whit’s bed alone and he thought it a cold place to be without his lover. There was a bounce and then a quiver from four feet walking on the bed as Babe joined him, taking up a position on his chest where he lay and purred James to sleep after suitable petting. James woke to his face receiving a thorough washing in preparation for his work day. Groggily he thought, ‘or maybe a reminder it was feed the cat time.’
The weaving between legs loving of a furry cat body was challenging as James and the cat had a competition to see who could get to the kitchen first. Babe won but only because he cheated and so James told him.
“You used all four of your legs and you kept trying to trip me. Cheaters shouldn’t be awarded any prizes.”
The cat just looked at him and cowed, James retrieved the meat from the refrigerator, placed it on a clean plate and went off to have his shower content that the cat wouldn’t sneak in to ogle him. In this he was right but since he had omitted to take any clothes into the bathroom with him, the cat got a nice view after anyway.
With fresh clothing from his place, James re-entered Whit’s home and was given the ‘I love you, feed me now greeting’. “Alright, alright. Let me put my clothes away first so you don’t get fur on them and I’ll feed you. Hang on to your tail, why don’t you.”
Dinner was shortly arranged and then James ate leftovers, missing the face of his lover on the other side of the table from him lit by candlelight. Babe having finished his dinner, jumped on James’ lap showing interest in what James was having.
“Do not tell Whit I’m giving you nibbles from my plate and for God’s sake don’t act like it when he gets back,” James admonished. Babe looked at him and jumped down making for the living room where they had a nice talk about what to watch on the television before they went to bed.
Babe was cold that night and snuck beneath the sheets curling up behind James’ knees but not before administering a ticklish whisker sniff to James ass and a lick before the purring commenced.
Morning’s face bathing was becoming their ritual.
The time Babe finished breakfast early or maybe James was dawdling that morning eating his own to keep Babe company was the day that Babe climbed into the shower with James. “I was right, you do ogle,” he told Babe severely. He threw a towel over Babe as he began his own drying but it was too tempting and he ruffled dry the wet cat. Babe had revenge and if cats could smirk, Babe did at James’, “Hey, I already cleaned the cat box.”
That night had James telling Babe that tomorrow was Saturday. “I don’t have to go to work tomorrow. Snack. I’ll feed you when I get up.” Babe yawned and led the way into the bedroom. When face washing didn’t work because James buried his head a stomping down the length of his body for a rousing game of attack the feet resulted in a growling breakfast, at the normal time, being served before the bear retreated back to the covers. This state of affairs was allowed for the length of time it took to consume the plate’s contents before James improvised cat fishing with a long string and small wadded piece of paper tied on the end. This was shortly followed by bath time and ruffling the wet cat. Taking advantage of the feline sulk, James fell face first onto the bed still wet and naked with the door closed.
The playful bites and licks on his ass had him sleepily complaining, “It’s not time for dinner yet, go play with a fly or a dust bunny.” The laughter woke him fully.
“There are no flies in my place, nor are there dust bunnies but there is a growly Goldilocks in my bed who needs some play time.” The “Aaaah,” afterwards was due to an attack of a playful needy James.
Much later, “They say that pets are a reflection of their owners. Your cat is as bad as you are but not nearly as satisfying to play with,” as he kissed Whit. “I missed you Babe.”
A sly feline smile grew on Whitney’s face, “But I was here all the time. I’m a werecat and you passed the lover test with flying colors.” Whit returned to kissing James, “Want to move in and make it official?”
“Do I have to feed you before going to work?”
“There’s feeding and then there’s feeding. I do like my milk fresh in the morning.”
James thought that could be arranged.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1537
The voice on the other end of the phone call was a little raspy but the phrasing was all Whitney, “James, I can't talk now but come to my apartment today. I've left a note explaining everything.”
James' confused reply of, “What? Wait, you can't say that and just hang .. up,” was interrupted by the dial tone. “Well fuck.”
By the time he got over to Whit's place the mystery had eaten on him mercilessly. He'd known Whit for years, meeting him in the grocery aisle, discovering a taste for gourmet cooking and from there to the occasional date involving dinner out and later trying to replicate the dishes. There'd been forays into the bedroom too, something that brought a smile to his face as he drove, hoping he'd find a surprise waiting, a naked surprise.
It was quiet as he entered Whit's apartment, everything was in its place. Neater than usual actually, as if Whit had prepared to go out of town. James stepped into the kitchen to check the refrigerator, looking for clues. If it had been empty then it would have made sense that Whitney had planned on going out of town but it wasn't. The shelves were not empty there were a few plastic baggies with small portions of what looked like raw meat. Almost he missed the neat place mat on the floor with a food bowl beside a now empty plate and a water dispenser style bowl that was akin to a small waterfall. That was odd. Whit didn't have any pets that he knew of. The bathroom revealed the next clue, again there was a mat beneath a new cat box.
Frustrated, James asked the room, “Alright, where's this note that Whit said he left?”
A movement on the back of one of the chairs widened his eyes, there watching him was a miniature leopard, its gaze fixed on him. It stood and stretched to its full length with each back leg extended individually.
“You're a beautiful animal,” James told the cat, Bengal cat if he guessed correctly, and seeing the smug look, “and you know it you conceited thing, you,” he ended with a laugh.
The cat's ear twitched at his words as it gracefully walked over to an end table at the corner of the sofa. A folded paper was pawed onto the floor that the cat then placed itself upon, sitting regally and daring him to move it.
“If that's Whit's note explaining things, more than likely about you, you're going to have to move that tail of yours. My inner spirit guide does not channel through cat butts, so you're going to be friendly and move or let me pick you up.”
In as nonthreatening a manner as possible James approached the cat, who of course sat and looked up at him as if to say, 'You want me to move then you move me.'
“Alright have it your way, Babe” James laughed because that was his name for Whit in their affectionate moments. With one hand he cupped under the chest supporting the back haunches against his hip and picked up the now wrinkled note. Flipping it open one handed with his thumb he read:
'You're not going to see my smiling face for a few days, only a few I hope, something happened. Please take care of the cat for me. I'll explain after. I'm grinning as I say this, Love me, love my cat.
Each baggie of meat in the refrigerator is a meal. Twice a day. The dry food is for snacking so don't worry about that, it should be fine.
Love you. Whit
P.S. The sheets are clean. You can stay here.'
“Well Babe,” James looked down at the cat, meeting the cat's intent look, “you and me together. I work during the day so you'll have to amuse yourself until I get home. Good thing that I keep a bag in the car in case I get lucky with your housemate.” Babe gave a small growl with his ears back at that but hooked a paw into James' shirt to pull him close enough to rub the corner of his jaw against him in scent marking. James laughed and placing the cat on the sofa, “Let's go see what Whit has in the freezer for me to eat.”
That night James slept in Whit’s bed alone and he thought it a cold place to be without his lover. There was a bounce and then a quiver from four feet walking on the bed as Babe joined him, taking up a position on his chest where he lay and purred James to sleep after suitable petting. James woke to his face receiving a thorough washing in preparation for his work day. Groggily he thought, ‘or maybe a reminder it was feed the cat time.’
The weaving between legs loving of a furry cat body was challenging as James and the cat had a competition to see who could get to the kitchen first. Babe won but only because he cheated and so James told him.
“You used all four of your legs and you kept trying to trip me. Cheaters shouldn’t be awarded any prizes.”
The cat just looked at him and cowed, James retrieved the meat from the refrigerator, placed it on a clean plate and went off to have his shower content that the cat wouldn’t sneak in to ogle him. In this he was right but since he had omitted to take any clothes into the bathroom with him, the cat got a nice view after anyway.
With fresh clothing from his place, James re-entered Whit’s home and was given the ‘I love you, feed me now greeting’. “Alright, alright. Let me put my clothes away first so you don’t get fur on them and I’ll feed you. Hang on to your tail, why don’t you.”
Dinner was shortly arranged and then James ate leftovers, missing the face of his lover on the other side of the table from him lit by candlelight. Babe having finished his dinner, jumped on James’ lap showing interest in what James was having.
“Do not tell Whit I’m giving you nibbles from my plate and for God’s sake don’t act like it when he gets back,” James admonished. Babe looked at him and jumped down making for the living room where they had a nice talk about what to watch on the television before they went to bed.
Babe was cold that night and snuck beneath the sheets curling up behind James’ knees but not before administering a ticklish whisker sniff to James ass and a lick before the purring commenced.
Morning’s face bathing was becoming their ritual.
The time Babe finished breakfast early or maybe James was dawdling that morning eating his own to keep Babe company was the day that Babe climbed into the shower with James. “I was right, you do ogle,” he told Babe severely. He threw a towel over Babe as he began his own drying but it was too tempting and he ruffled dry the wet cat. Babe had revenge and if cats could smirk, Babe did at James’, “Hey, I already cleaned the cat box.”
That night had James telling Babe that tomorrow was Saturday. “I don’t have to go to work tomorrow. Snack. I’ll feed you when I get up.” Babe yawned and led the way into the bedroom. When face washing didn’t work because James buried his head a stomping down the length of his body for a rousing game of attack the feet resulted in a growling breakfast, at the normal time, being served before the bear retreated back to the covers. This state of affairs was allowed for the length of time it took to consume the plate’s contents before James improvised cat fishing with a long string and small wadded piece of paper tied on the end. This was shortly followed by bath time and ruffling the wet cat. Taking advantage of the feline sulk, James fell face first onto the bed still wet and naked with the door closed.
The playful bites and licks on his ass had him sleepily complaining, “It’s not time for dinner yet, go play with a fly or a dust bunny.” The laughter woke him fully.
“There are no flies in my place, nor are there dust bunnies but there is a growly Goldilocks in my bed who needs some play time.” The “Aaaah,” afterwards was due to an attack of a playful needy James.
Much later, “They say that pets are a reflection of their owners. Your cat is as bad as you are but not nearly as satisfying to play with,” as he kissed Whit. “I missed you Babe.”
A sly feline smile grew on Whitney’s face, “But I was here all the time. I’m a werecat and you passed the lover test with flying colors.” Whit returned to kissing James, “Want to move in and make it official?”
“Do I have to feed you before going to work?”
“There’s feeding and then there’s feeding. I do like my milk fresh in the morning.”
James thought that could be arranged.
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Date: 2012-08-13 07:11 am (UTC)(Ranel and the kittens are SHUDDERING at the thought of 'ruffling the wet cat' EWWWW!)
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Date: 2012-08-13 02:13 pm (UTC)http://www.catster.com/cat-breeds/Bengal
Ruffling the wet cat with a towel... revenge for nagging and you can't leave a cat wet to run about in the house.
I like Meep's idea on why James took this so well, he's still half asleep and to add to that he's going to get some loving and some answers and some sleep after more loving. Underneath all of that he was worried why Whit had gone away so suddenly and leaving him his 'I wasn't aware you had a cat' cat to care for.
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Date: 2012-08-13 07:33 am (UTC)I think James was still half asleep to take it so calmly, I picture another drabble with the great litter-tray confrontation ;)
Fun and cute and very snuggly.
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Date: 2012-08-13 02:19 pm (UTC)http://www.catster.com/cat-breeds/Bengal
James is very trainable. *grins*
Whit's back = sex + sleep --it's Saturday damn it, SEX + plus I don't have to feed you + the litterbox -- use the toilet from now on you know how to and some cats do AND they flush, SEX + you're safe now explain better I've been worried underneath everything but I couldn't tell the cat splutters you splutters the cat... Think he just woke up.
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Date: 2012-08-18 10:45 am (UTC)If lesser cats are stupid enough like water it refelcts their maturity not his. He also questions the intellect of a species that can open doors - why should they stoop to that when timely meows gets well-trainned humans to do it for you?
James has his priorities clear :D I see Whit changing the subject a lot;
'you want to talk about....? mmmmm s-e-x first?'
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Date: 2012-08-18 03:12 pm (UTC)James was worried... what better way to establish that Whit is okay than vigorous sex and kisses. Let's call it bonding.
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Date: 2012-08-18 03:35 pm (UTC)Seen a vid that sounds like that before :D
Bonding uh-huh :D
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Date: 2012-08-18 03:43 pm (UTC)Bonding. *said firmly and slowly hitting that one spot for emphasis*
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Date: 2012-08-18 03:47 pm (UTC)I informed hubby we should do some anniv.bonding and he's now smiling & whistling. LOL.
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Date: 2012-08-18 04:08 pm (UTC)Smiling and whistling hubby after mentioning of need for anniv. bonding... you did want to cwtch *grins* I do believe that you're going to get your wishes all met.
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Date: 2012-08-18 10:11 pm (UTC)*happy humming*
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Date: 2012-08-13 08:40 am (UTC)I don't know how to do fancy picture embedding, so click on the linky. I call it "When mPreg goes wrong."
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Date: 2012-08-13 02:45 pm (UTC)The correct phrase is 'get your head out of your ass' not 'get your head out of my ass'.
Followed by What the hell? and the next frame which is a moaned no don't stop.
Those wrestling competitions *shakes head* my mind went blip with the positions and action. This is training that the ancient Greeks did and why would they need that except in battle at the end when the victor gets the spoils. I'm going to fuck you at the start of a battle has its proper context.
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Date: 2012-08-13 03:11 pm (UTC)This worked just fine. Olympic photos. Someone who got to choose has a sense of humor.
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Date: 2012-08-13 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-13 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-14 02:39 am (UTC)I suppose James' calm reaction to the news would also make sense if we presumed this took place in an AU where were-cats were not unknown? Seemingly, Whit can transform at will, rather than turning every full moon.
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Date: 2012-08-14 03:56 am (UTC)I think in this case, remember the phone call was a little raspy, Whit was coming down with a touch of were-cat brought on by a 24 hour bug of some sort. *grins* He just decided to stay were to see how James might be with a cat since it does happen occasionally.
AU sounds good. *smiles* But James is sleepy,missing his lover who he was worried about, and I think I just mentioned sex starved but 'lover' means more than sex.
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Date: 2012-08-15 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-15 07:26 pm (UTC)Devious tactic ...*blink blink blink* why whatever do you mean? *smirk*
Thank you. Look I did a Snuggle! It's been a while.
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Date: 2012-08-15 07:38 pm (UTC)*innocent smile* *giggle fit*
Yeah, I'm so very proud of you! *hugs*