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What's the dumbest beliefs you had as a child?
When I was 4 or 5, I swore that birdseeds grew birds, thus the name.
When my parents asked me to prove it to them, I planted a pile of birdseeds.
The next day there were loads of birds where I'd planted the seeds, showing I was right.
Don't think it would work well at my house. Then again it would be good for the outside kittens hunting skills classes.
Title: Birdseed
Author: charisstoma
Words: 612
“No! Leave the birdseed alone”, I heard from the next aisle over. “You can’t grow birds from seeds.”
The answering cute kitten mews protesting made me smile.
I was a feral, raised separate from the corruption of the magic world but it didn’t keep me from appreciating the cuteness of kittens. No one was immune, well except the people that raised me and even they couldn’t resist the kitten I’d been.
They’d learned their lesson though, I was an only kitten and kept separate from other familiar cats. Don’t know how they got a birth certificate for me. Home schooled until I was old enough not to suddenly transform into my feline form. It was 7th grade when I was tossed into the regular public educational system and, if not for having being taken shopping, wouldn’t have know how to react to my human peers. There was a learning curve but I never shifted in public and rarely at home.
If I was late getting home, my parents would go off on how I couldn’t go out ‘tom catting around’. It was too dangerous to my self control, they’d say. Still did go out the window sometimes at night, after my parents were busy doing mating exercises. Figured I could do ‘transformation’ exercises before they would notice I’d been out, and I was careful.
A saying they’d stressed, “Naughty kittens if caught would be taken away and terrible things would happen, like neutering.”
After a while, though I still could change into a cat, I didn’t want to change into one.
Still… couldn’t help the meow I gave the kittens from the next aisle over and grinned. Plenty of people could meow believably without being thought a cat in human form, odd but not feline. I smiled and reached to take down a couple cans of cat food. Didn’t do it often but the mix of flavors was a tasty infrequent sandwich spread.
I glanced around and made my way to the checkout. The kittens were not in sight and neither was the adults with them but I could swear I felt eyes on me. Good thing I’d parked far enough away in the crowded lot and there were plenty of stores in the complex, so enough traffic to not pinpoint one person leaving. The dazzle of the sun hit my side view mirror for a second and then was gone. Probably nothing.
“You tag him?”
“Yep. You know we can’t make him come in if he doesn’t want to.”
“Still, got an image of his face and the tracker will make his car find-able. Someone might want to check him out.”
“You’re such a matchmaker. You think he’s mage or familiar mate material?”
“Doesn’t matter. He just needs his chance or whoever finds him interesting needs a chance. You found me and look how well that worked out.”
“I found you after you put yourself where I would find you. Think the kittens will go down for a nap soon?”
There were mews of denial from the kittens but the sleepy curled up kitten pile was dropped off at the academy’s nursery and they were able to get in a quick afternoon delight on the desk before work.
The ambrosia of coffee helped ward off sleep until after they picked up their kittens to go home for baths, nursing and cuddles before bed.
Next morning there was an email with one word, “Where?”
Chortling resulted, “Thought it would be him.”
“So soon?”
“Believe it. I’m a talented matchmaker.”
A hummed nuzzle behind an ear answered, “You found me, so how can I deny that.”
A purred, “You can’t. I caught you.”
When I was 4 or 5, I swore that birdseeds grew birds, thus the name.
When my parents asked me to prove it to them, I planted a pile of birdseeds.
The next day there were loads of birds where I'd planted the seeds, showing I was right.
Don't think it would work well at my house. Then again it would be good for the outside kittens hunting skills classes.
Title: Birdseed
Author: charisstoma
Words: 612
“No! Leave the birdseed alone”, I heard from the next aisle over. “You can’t grow birds from seeds.”
The answering cute kitten mews protesting made me smile.
I was a feral, raised separate from the corruption of the magic world but it didn’t keep me from appreciating the cuteness of kittens. No one was immune, well except the people that raised me and even they couldn’t resist the kitten I’d been.
They’d learned their lesson though, I was an only kitten and kept separate from other familiar cats. Don’t know how they got a birth certificate for me. Home schooled until I was old enough not to suddenly transform into my feline form. It was 7th grade when I was tossed into the regular public educational system and, if not for having being taken shopping, wouldn’t have know how to react to my human peers. There was a learning curve but I never shifted in public and rarely at home.
If I was late getting home, my parents would go off on how I couldn’t go out ‘tom catting around’. It was too dangerous to my self control, they’d say. Still did go out the window sometimes at night, after my parents were busy doing mating exercises. Figured I could do ‘transformation’ exercises before they would notice I’d been out, and I was careful.
A saying they’d stressed, “Naughty kittens if caught would be taken away and terrible things would happen, like neutering.”
After a while, though I still could change into a cat, I didn’t want to change into one.
Still… couldn’t help the meow I gave the kittens from the next aisle over and grinned. Plenty of people could meow believably without being thought a cat in human form, odd but not feline. I smiled and reached to take down a couple cans of cat food. Didn’t do it often but the mix of flavors was a tasty infrequent sandwich spread.
I glanced around and made my way to the checkout. The kittens were not in sight and neither was the adults with them but I could swear I felt eyes on me. Good thing I’d parked far enough away in the crowded lot and there were plenty of stores in the complex, so enough traffic to not pinpoint one person leaving. The dazzle of the sun hit my side view mirror for a second and then was gone. Probably nothing.
“You tag him?”
“Yep. You know we can’t make him come in if he doesn’t want to.”
“Still, got an image of his face and the tracker will make his car find-able. Someone might want to check him out.”
“You’re such a matchmaker. You think he’s mage or familiar mate material?”
“Doesn’t matter. He just needs his chance or whoever finds him interesting needs a chance. You found me and look how well that worked out.”
“I found you after you put yourself where I would find you. Think the kittens will go down for a nap soon?”
There were mews of denial from the kittens but the sleepy curled up kitten pile was dropped off at the academy’s nursery and they were able to get in a quick afternoon delight on the desk before work.
The ambrosia of coffee helped ward off sleep until after they picked up their kittens to go home for baths, nursing and cuddles before bed.
Next morning there was an email with one word, “Where?”
Chortling resulted, “Thought it would be him.”
“So soon?”
“Believe it. I’m a talented matchmaker.”
A hummed nuzzle behind an ear answered, “You found me, so how can I deny that.”
A purred, “You can’t. I caught you.”
