Item: One Charged Kitten -- prompt anyone *** "Afternoon Delight"

[charisstoma]

Meridae commented to this photo prompt: Looks like someone snuck into Papa's study/laboratory again.

Title: Afternoon Delight
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 579

“I am the God of Familiar Kind,” was mewed out by the ethereal form on the stair.

“You are a stinky butt with your fur all poofed up,” his sibling accused.

“Am not,” was the outraged response.

“Are too,” his sibling said back.

“AM NOT!”

“KITTENS!” came the voice from one floor above.

“Chesher says I’m not the God of Familiar Kind and he called me a stinky butt,” Savan mewed tearily.

“Well you are,” Chesher stated roundly with a nod, “a stinky butt and you’ve just all stood your fur out to look bigger.”

“I amn’t. I was in Papa’s room in the attic and there’s this ‘chine and it changed me to a god. I looked in the mirror,” Savan said with big trying to look important wondering eyes. “I’m going to zap you good for calling me a stinky butt,” and the chase commenced with much sounds of objects falling.

There was a large snapping sound, followed by a high yowl and then a, “Now I’m the God of all the Familiars ‘cause your fur is back to normal and I must be it now.”

“Papa, make Chesher give me back my godishness,” was met by a large faraway sigh from a wizard parent and a laugh from the two kittens’ familiar parent.

“Chesher, Savan enough. And how many times must we tell you to stay out of your Papa’s play space?”

“I was just looking.”

“No you weren’t, you were trying to get into Papa’s toys.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

There was the rustling of sheets and then clothing and then the stomping of feet coming down the stairs. “Alright, both of you. You in that corner and you in that corner over there and we’ll talk about where kittens are allowed and where they aren’t and as for playing with my toys...”

There were sounds of someone smothering laughter with a pillow. Papa looked up at the ceiling, “You’re Not Helping,” was accused.

“Am too,” floated back down to Papa.

“HOW!” was bellowed.

“I’m holding your place, so you remember where you left off,” there was a soft moan and a faint buzzing in the background.

“Oh.”

“Papa is Daddy allowed to play with your toys?”

“YES,” Papa answered, “some of them anyway.”

“That’s not fair,” Savan said and Chesher nodded in agreement.

“It IS fair and,” there was another moan from above, “because I said so and you’ll understand when you’re older and,” Daddy’s moan became a growled YES, “Damn it.” Looking at his kittens with a look that put the fear of God into them, and spying the hour glass Papa turned it over and snarled, “Stay put until the all the sand is in the bottom.” Then with a last baleful look Papa ran up the stairs.

From the corner of the room, “Papa said a bad word.” The kitten in the opposite corner nodded his head in agreement.

Above in the bedroom Papa was making grunting moaning sounds like he was pushing something hard and a hand was smacking his bottom. One kitten looked at the other and whispered, “Daddy’s punishing him.”

“Chesher, can you make the sands run down faster?” Savan whispered.

“Maybe if you contrate with me,” was answered.

So two little kittens stared and stared and fell asleep; but when Daddy came down to check on them, the sand had taken only 30 minutes to return to the bottom of the hour glass and he’d grinned proudly.

Comments

[meridae.livejournal.com]

Looks like someone snuck into Papa's study/laboratory again.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

There you go Meri. One short fic.

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

LOL love it :D

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

They were fun to write. *grins* So was Papa.