On the Streets (part 5)
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charisstomaOne the Streets (Part 5)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 416
Continues from Part 4
Part of the Animal Shelter series http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/622388.html
He was warm. His tummy for once wasn’t growling him awake and his throat didn’t feel so scratchy, as it had the last couple of days. Poof stretched and promptly sneezed. ‘Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,’ was his first conscious thought, followed by wasn’t there something about drink this awful tasting stuff and he’d be all better. Adults tended to lie when it suited them. Look at his Mom saying she’d be right back for him with something warm and good to eat. She’d said she loved him but did she return? No.
Poof sniffled and then rubbed his nose with a paw. It did no good to cry and feel sorry for himself.
The door opened and the man, who had made him swallow the evil liquid, came in and sat on the floor with his long coat fanned out around him. Not too close but not too far. There was the pressure of static followed by the crackle of heavy paper and from a bag the man materialized human clothes.
“Have you ever changed into human form?” the man asked.
Poof just bared his teeth. ‘Human form. HA. Human was not him.’
“Okay let’s try it this way,” and the man started speaking in cat, with an odd accent but still in cat. “I’ve got your next tube of,” the man said a word in human but changed it to, “awful tasting stuff, to make you feel better and hopefully cure your flu. I say hopefully because you may need another.”
Poof sneezed and cried. The next thing he heard was, “shhh. It’ll be okay. I’ve got you,” and he found himself once more cuddled to the man’s chest which oddly rumbled. Poof pushed back far enough to stare at him.
The man laughed, “Never could purr right. Kormier tells me I’ll never get it right. He’s my mate and a familiar like you. And we’d like you to come live with us for a while or longer if you like. Think about it for today but first,” he held up another tube of stuff, “swallow this. It really will make you feel better and if not we’ll try something else.”
The man kept sliding back and forth from human to cat in his words and the evil tasting stuff tasted just as bad as last time; but it was easier to swallow and the man held him until he once more fell asleep. If he just happened to purr, well, it wasn’t intentional.
Continues with (Part 6)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 416
Continues from Part 4
Part of the Animal Shelter series http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/622388.html
He was warm. His tummy for once wasn’t growling him awake and his throat didn’t feel so scratchy, as it had the last couple of days. Poof stretched and promptly sneezed. ‘Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,’ was his first conscious thought, followed by wasn’t there something about drink this awful tasting stuff and he’d be all better. Adults tended to lie when it suited them. Look at his Mom saying she’d be right back for him with something warm and good to eat. She’d said she loved him but did she return? No.
Poof sniffled and then rubbed his nose with a paw. It did no good to cry and feel sorry for himself.
The door opened and the man, who had made him swallow the evil liquid, came in and sat on the floor with his long coat fanned out around him. Not too close but not too far. There was the pressure of static followed by the crackle of heavy paper and from a bag the man materialized human clothes.
“Have you ever changed into human form?” the man asked.
Poof just bared his teeth. ‘Human form. HA. Human was not him.’
“Okay let’s try it this way,” and the man started speaking in cat, with an odd accent but still in cat. “I’ve got your next tube of,” the man said a word in human but changed it to, “awful tasting stuff, to make you feel better and hopefully cure your flu. I say hopefully because you may need another.”
Poof sneezed and cried. The next thing he heard was, “shhh. It’ll be okay. I’ve got you,” and he found himself once more cuddled to the man’s chest which oddly rumbled. Poof pushed back far enough to stare at him.
The man laughed, “Never could purr right. Kormier tells me I’ll never get it right. He’s my mate and a familiar like you. And we’d like you to come live with us for a while or longer if you like. Think about it for today but first,” he held up another tube of stuff, “swallow this. It really will make you feel better and if not we’ll try something else.”
The man kept sliding back and forth from human to cat in his words and the evil tasting stuff tasted just as bad as last time; but it was easier to swallow and the man held him until he once more fell asleep. If he just happened to purr, well, it wasn’t intentional.
Continues with (Part 6)
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Date: 2015-05-19 05:04 pm (UTC)Little Poof is going to have loving parents to spoil him and feed him all the nice tasting things so he never wants to cry.
Write him some happy, pleeeeeeeease?
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Date: 2015-05-19 11:23 pm (UTC)*laughs* Actually my mind was playing with Poof feeling confident enough in his being loved that he gets to act out with teen rebellion. You know that you're loved with it's unconditional loving and you've been a pill.
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