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Pool Table = Kitten Gym
Jul. 11th, 2016 06:10 pmLost-Familiars-Concern -- Grumpy- Chester(Scamp) This is from Meep's Box Cat story arc This
Title: Kitten Gym
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 956
A distressed cry came from the pool table which had ever adult and some of the tweens cringing. It was followed by the sound of hacking up something and a hurried scurrying of small bodies through the pocket tunnels.
“Georgie slid into some ick and he’s being sick now too,” reported one small furry face whose body was swiftly pushed up and out by another kitten head. The first of course had to turn around and whap the kitten who was trying to escape through that pocket opening.
The green baize felt was soon awash with kittens tumbling over each other in mock or not so mock fights. Some even forgetting and disappearing back into the pockets only to reappear with great swiftness to be attacked as they tried to escape.
“Grab them and put them in the playpens so we can count them,” that was Chester trying to restore order.
“How many are there supposed to be?” someone called back as the magically kitten proof playpens, a gift from one of their benefactors, were brought in and set up.
“Unless someone snuck in a few more, there should be only 7,” was opinioned.
“Okay, there’s 4 and 3 between the 2 pens, and there’s still someone crying coming from the table.”
“Everybody quiet!” Silence froze everyone even the little one in the table. “Flash light and mirrors so we can figure out what we’re dealing with inside those tunnels.”
Grumpy entered and surveyed everything. With a grin he walked over to the table, “Foresaw this happening. Everyone but Chester get those kittens out of here and cleaned up if they need it.”
“We’re probably going to need to clean up in there. Don’t think we have to worry about your gag reflex now do we.”
“Wouldn’t bet on that.”
“We’ll see.” Grumpy pressed on a couple spots an adult arm’s length apart on the rail. Slowly it raised to reveal the tunnel underneath. “Needs cleaning. You’d have thought that small fast moving furry bodies would have taken care of that, would you.” He moved to the other side repeating the operation by pressing on the diamonds.
“Ah, there you are,” Grumpy lifted out a kitten too big to really be in the tunnels comfortably who was surrounded by the mess he’d made.
“He’s new. I don’t remember in-taking him.”
“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.
A distressed cry came from the pool table which had ever adult and some of the tweens cringing. It was followed by the sound of hacking up something and a hurried scurrying of small bodies through the pocket tunnels.
“Georgie slid into some ick and he’s being sick now too,” reported one small furry face whose body was swiftly pushed up and out by another kitten head. The first of course had to turn around and whap the kitten who was trying to escape through that pocket opening.
The green baize felt was soon awash with kittens tumbling over each other in mock or not so mock fights. Some even forgetting and disappearing back into the pockets only to reappear with great swiftness to be attacked as they tried to escape.
“Grab them and put them in the playpens so we can count them,” that was Chester trying to restore order.
“How many are there supposed to be?” someone called back as the magically kitten proof playpens, a gift from one of their benefactors, were brought in and set up.
“Unless someone snuck in a few more, there should be only 7,” was opinioned.
“Okay, there’s 4 and 3 between the 2 pens, and there’s still someone crying coming from the table.”
“Everybody quiet!” Silence froze everyone even the little one in the table. “Flash light and mirrors so we can figure out what we’re dealing with inside those tunnels.”
Grumpy entered and surveyed everything. With a grin he walked over to the table, “Foresaw this happening. Everyone but Chester get those kittens out of here and cleaned up if they need it.”
“We’re probably going to need to clean up in there. Don’t think we have to worry about your gag reflex now do we.”
“Wouldn’t bet on that.”
“We’ll see.” Grumpy pressed on a couple spots an adult arm’s length apart on the rail. Slowly it raised to reveal the tunnel underneath. “Needs cleaning. You’d have thought that small fast moving furry bodies would have taken care of that, would you.” He moved to the other side repeating the operation by pressing on the diamonds.
“Ah, there you are,” Grumpy lifted out a kitten too big to really be in the tunnels comfortably who was surrounded by the mess he’d made.
“He’s new. I don’t remember in-taking him.”
“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.
“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.
Holding the kitten up to better look at him, “Not feeling very good, are you. We’ll get in the familiar doctor to look at you but it’s probably that you ate too much too fast.” His comments were cut short as the kitten started gagging again. “Chester…”
Phone to ear, “Got him on speed dial. Hello Doc….”
Muffin turned out to be Milkwood, which got shortened quickly to Mil when Milly was rejected with claws and spitting dislike. They never discovered where Mil came from but he grew up well, making a good alliance and finding a good position as a familiar for hire. Because people will want a love story ending,they were still waiting for him to find wizard he'd keep for his own.
Title: Kitten Gym
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 956
A distressed cry came from the pool table which had ever adult and some of the tweens cringing. It was followed by the sound of hacking up something and a hurried scurrying of small bodies through the pocket tunnels.
“Georgie slid into some ick and he’s being sick now too,” reported one small furry face whose body was swiftly pushed up and out by another kitten head. The first of course had to turn around and whap the kitten who was trying to escape through that pocket opening.
The green baize felt was soon awash with kittens tumbling over each other in mock or not so mock fights. Some even forgetting and disappearing back into the pockets only to reappear with great swiftness to be attacked as they tried to escape.
“Grab them and put them in the playpens so we can count them,” that was Chester trying to restore order.
“How many are there supposed to be?” someone called back as the magically kitten proof playpens, a gift from one of their benefactors, were brought in and set up.
“Unless someone snuck in a few more, there should be only 7,” was opinioned.
“Okay, there’s 4 and 3 between the 2 pens, and there’s still someone crying coming from the table.”
“Everybody quiet!” Silence froze everyone even the little one in the table. “Flash light and mirrors so we can figure out what we’re dealing with inside those tunnels.”
Grumpy entered and surveyed everything. With a grin he walked over to the table, “Foresaw this happening. Everyone but Chester get those kittens out of here and cleaned up if they need it.”
“We’re probably going to need to clean up in there. Don’t think we have to worry about your gag reflex now do we.”
“Wouldn’t bet on that.”
“We’ll see.” Grumpy pressed on a couple spots an adult arm’s length apart on the rail. Slowly it raised to reveal the tunnel underneath. “Needs cleaning. You’d have thought that small fast moving furry bodies would have taken care of that, would you.” He moved to the other side repeating the operation by pressing on the diamonds.
“Ah, there you are,” Grumpy lifted out a kitten too big to really be in the tunnels comfortably who was surrounded by the mess he’d made.
“He’s new. I don’t remember in-taking him.”
“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.
A distressed cry came from the pool table which had ever adult and some of the tweens cringing. It was followed by the sound of hacking up something and a hurried scurrying of small bodies through the pocket tunnels.
“Georgie slid into some ick and he’s being sick now too,” reported one small furry face whose body was swiftly pushed up and out by another kitten head. The first of course had to turn around and whap the kitten who was trying to escape through that pocket opening.
The green baize felt was soon awash with kittens tumbling over each other in mock or not so mock fights. Some even forgetting and disappearing back into the pockets only to reappear with great swiftness to be attacked as they tried to escape.
“Grab them and put them in the playpens so we can count them,” that was Chester trying to restore order.
“How many are there supposed to be?” someone called back as the magically kitten proof playpens, a gift from one of their benefactors, were brought in and set up.
“Unless someone snuck in a few more, there should be only 7,” was opinioned.
“Okay, there’s 4 and 3 between the 2 pens, and there’s still someone crying coming from the table.”
“Everybody quiet!” Silence froze everyone even the little one in the table. “Flash light and mirrors so we can figure out what we’re dealing with inside those tunnels.”
Grumpy entered and surveyed everything. With a grin he walked over to the table, “Foresaw this happening. Everyone but Chester get those kittens out of here and cleaned up if they need it.”
“We’re probably going to need to clean up in there. Don’t think we have to worry about your gag reflex now do we.”
“Wouldn’t bet on that.”
“We’ll see.” Grumpy pressed on a couple spots an adult arm’s length apart on the rail. Slowly it raised to reveal the tunnel underneath. “Needs cleaning. You’d have thought that small fast moving furry bodies would have taken care of that, would you.” He moved to the other side repeating the operation by pressing on the diamonds.
“Ah, there you are,” Grumpy lifted out a kitten too big to really be in the tunnels comfortably who was surrounded by the mess he’d made.
“He’s new. I don’t remember in-taking him.”
“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.
“Probably snuck in while no one was looking, didn’t you muffin,” Grumpy addressed Chester and the kitten.
Holding the kitten up to better look at him, “Not feeling very good, are you. We’ll get in the familiar doctor to look at you but it’s probably that you ate too much too fast.” His comments were cut short as the kitten started gagging again. “Chester…”
Phone to ear, “Got him on speed dial. Hello Doc….”
Muffin turned out to be Milkwood, which got shortened quickly to Mil when Milly was rejected with claws and spitting dislike. They never discovered where Mil came from but he grew up well, making a good alliance and finding a good position as a familiar for hire. Because people will want a love story ending,they were still waiting for him to find wizard he'd keep for his own.
