The Life of Celebrity Pets
Title : The Life of Celebrity Pets
Pairing/ Character: Heebum centric, Heebum/Baengshin, Heechul
Genre : It supposed to be funny, but I’m not sure…
Rating : G
Length : 1000 words-ish (Hey! I wrote longer this time!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of them. Not even the pets. *sigh*
Summary : It’s a normal daily life of a normal petcat, well as normal as a Super Junior’s pet life can be. And Heechul just become himself.
A/N : This came up after I watched THIS VIDEO . I LOL at Heebum's flat face. They are too cute.
I wake up with contented feeling. I stretch my four limbs as I yawn, reach out my claws and paws on the flowery-red fluffy pillow in the basket a.k.a my territory, enjoying the peaceful morning without that annoying pretty master. Don’t get me wrong, I mean, I love my master very much albeit his incapability of remembering to feed me regularly and properly. He always gave me this funny looking fish-smell cat food which just...ewww… I don’t want to think about it. It gives me nightmare. Hey, we have nightmares also, you know. Honestly! Well, I can’t blame him for that. He’s always away and seems like he has many things better to do than feed his own cat. Hmmm… that part of me sounds so angsty.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. A blissful morning it is, I decide. I smile and hop out of my little bed.
‘I’m hungry’. I decided to go to the kitchen, hoping that the stupid owner which-unfortunately-I-love-much-to-my-surprise; has left me something to eat. ‘Speaking of hungry, where’s that Bengal cat…’ I wonder.
No food in the kitchen. Not surprising. Ah, well I’ll just find Baengshin.
‘Baengshin-ah…’ I meow.
Baengshin is a pet, just like me. One day my pretty master brought him home and blabbed something along the lines of fans and presents and isn’t he beautiful heebummie and such. He’s younger than me, the cat I mean, and he’s a little quiet and shy, again -do I really need to clarify this, honestly!- the cat, not the owner. While I have a wonderful dark grey fur, he has stripes and spots and brownish yellow fur. Then I knew, he’s a Bengal.
I crawl towards bedroom. Thinking that maybe he’ll be there since he really likes to snuggle with my annoying pretty master. ‘Snuggle, tsk!’ I snort.
Jealous? Who? Me? Nah,I love my fluffy pillow as much as my owner loves that once China man with long legs.
Anyway. ‘Ah, there you are, Baengshin-ah…’ just as I expected, he’s sitting on the large bed, clawing rather excitedly at the bird picture on the bed sheet. He’s too engrossed he didn’t hear me. Note to self: I must clarify to him that those pictures are not real, as vivid as they look like.
I stop a while, preparing myself to hop on gracefully to where he is, ‘Baengshin-ah, are you hung….MEOWW!’
‘Heebummie….Baengshin-ah!! Look what I have!!!’
My master pops out of nowhere and freaking my fur out. I swear to Kittty-gods that I thought I’d die of heart attack.
‘Meoowww…’ I sit a while. Slowing down my heartbeat and trying not to choke on my own furball. ‘That is uncool you know. I’m a hyung, okay? so I must stay calm and composed. Calm and composed. Calm and….’ That is until he shove his face on mine ‘MEOOWWW…!!’ well, there goes my coolness. Sigh.
‘Heebummie…look here… there you go, ah…. Cute…’ He’s holding a large thing in his hand and he is shoving it at my face. I stay still, a little nervous at this. Oh, or maybe it’s because of my stomach.
I try to not look at it. Fail. I look up and give him my cute kitten eyes, hope that he will get distracted, somehow. As much as I want to spend time playing with this guy, I need to go and do my business also. In the litter basket, to be exact.
‘Ah… adorable… ‘ He continues, coo-ing behind the thing in his hand until he moves a bit farther and walks closer to Baengshin's spot on the bed. Strangely, he looks okay with it; the cat, not the owner.
‘Baengshin-ah….’I hiss, ‘I will get out from here, you distract him, understand?’ Our master is still busy shoving and moving that thing near Baengshin’s face with the occasional ‘Oh, that’s cute… Do that again… Aw, adorable!’ comments and squeals.
Baengshin just throws me a look and a raised eyebrow.
‘Listen. Baengshin-ah. Just stay still and give him that I-wanna-eat-look, okay. I think he likes it.’
Of course this one-way conversation was only heard as meows and purrs. Imagine if it’s not. Hmmm…
Anyway. I learn that the only way o get outside is to creep very very silently. So I stand up and step my left front paw. Okay done, now the back leg. Slowly… done. Right leg goes forward…
‘Meooowww?’ means, ‘Hey, Hyung. Where you goin?’ of course, courtesy of that Bengal cat.
I stop dead tracks. ‘tsk!’
‘Omo! Heebummie, where are you going?’ my master says, shoving that thing near me again. He’s now crawling on the floor also.
I turn my legs and walk back and fro in front of it. He’s moving it following my movements.
‘Good cat…good cat… now, move your tail…. Give me that look Bummie… oh, yes. That’s cute.’
I follow his order while sending glares at that stupid Bengal still sitting nicely.
‘Meow… you’re not my favorite dongsaeng anymore…you better sleep with one eye open, you know that?!’
‘Meoooowwww’ He laughs at me!
‘Baengshin-ah…. Now, it’s your turn…..smile here.. that’s good… aww, you’re too cute… look here…’
OH, YESSS!!!! FINALLY! Have learned that creeping out slowly was not the best plan, this time, I decide to sprint out.
Destination, litter box.
‘Oh, litter box. How I worship thee…’ I sigh in content.
A little while later…
I’ve finished my business and licking up my paws and my beautiful fur.
‘Heebummie, Baengshin-ah… go get your food.’
‘Meooowww…’
He's placed two bowls of chopped tuna, yumm, my favorite; and milk on the floor. ‘Finish them up, okay?’
‘This is soooo heaven….’ I purr.
‘Meeeooww’ Baengshin purrs, agreeing the comment.
Needn’t to be told, foods gone and with full tummy, we sprawl on the floor.
‘Ah, you know what, Baengshin-ah? I just love this master of ours so much, don’t you think so?’
‘Meoooww’
‘Ewww, you smell awful, Bummie! Let’s get you two to petshop and get some bath, ne?’
Ah, life couldn’t get better.
A/N: I embarrassed with myself. Aahhh… I wanna go and hide in the corner.
Pairing/ Character: Heebum centric, Heebum/Baengshin, Heechul
Genre : It supposed to be funny, but I’m not sure…
Rating : G
Length : 1000 words-ish (Hey! I wrote longer this time!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of them. Not even the pets. *sigh*
Summary : It’s a normal daily life of a normal petcat, well as normal as a Super Junior’s pet life can be. And Heechul just become himself.
A/N : This came up after I watched THIS VIDEO . I LOL at Heebum's flat face. They are too cute.
I wake up with contented feeling. I stretch my four limbs as I yawn, reach out my claws and paws on the flowery-red fluffy pillow in the basket a.k.a my territory, enjoying the peaceful morning without that annoying pretty master. Don’t get me wrong, I mean, I love my master very much albeit his incapability of remembering to feed me regularly and properly. He always gave me this funny looking fish-smell cat food which just...ewww… I don’t want to think about it. It gives me nightmare. Hey, we have nightmares also, you know. Honestly! Well, I can’t blame him for that. He’s always away and seems like he has many things better to do than feed his own cat. Hmmm… that part of me sounds so angsty.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. A blissful morning it is, I decide. I smile and hop out of my little bed.
‘I’m hungry’. I decided to go to the kitchen, hoping that the stupid owner which-unfortunately-I-love-much-to-my-surprise; has left me something to eat. ‘Speaking of hungry, where’s that Bengal cat…’ I wonder.
No food in the kitchen. Not surprising. Ah, well I’ll just find Baengshin.
‘Baengshin-ah…’ I meow.
Baengshin is a pet, just like me. One day my pretty master brought him home and blabbed something along the lines of fans and presents and isn’t he beautiful heebummie and such. He’s younger than me, the cat I mean, and he’s a little quiet and shy, again -do I really need to clarify this, honestly!- the cat, not the owner. While I have a wonderful dark grey fur, he has stripes and spots and brownish yellow fur. Then I knew, he’s a Bengal.
I crawl towards bedroom. Thinking that maybe he’ll be there since he really likes to snuggle with my annoying pretty master. ‘Snuggle, tsk!’ I snort.
Jealous? Who? Me? Nah,I love my fluffy pillow as much as my owner loves that once China man with long legs.
Anyway. ‘Ah, there you are, Baengshin-ah…’ just as I expected, he’s sitting on the large bed, clawing rather excitedly at the bird picture on the bed sheet. He’s too engrossed he didn’t hear me. Note to self: I must clarify to him that those pictures are not real, as vivid as they look like.
I stop a while, preparing myself to hop on gracefully to where he is, ‘Baengshin-ah, are you hung….MEOWW!’
‘Heebummie….Baengshin-ah!! Look what I have!!!’
My master pops out of nowhere and freaking my fur out. I swear to Kittty-gods that I thought I’d die of heart attack.
‘Meoowww…’ I sit a while. Slowing down my heartbeat and trying not to choke on my own furball. ‘That is uncool you know. I’m a hyung, okay? so I must stay calm and composed. Calm and composed. Calm and….’ That is until he shove his face on mine ‘MEOOWWW…!!’ well, there goes my coolness. Sigh.
‘Heebummie…look here… there you go, ah…. Cute…’ He’s holding a large thing in his hand and he is shoving it at my face. I stay still, a little nervous at this. Oh, or maybe it’s because of my stomach.
I try to not look at it. Fail. I look up and give him my cute kitten eyes, hope that he will get distracted, somehow. As much as I want to spend time playing with this guy, I need to go and do my business also. In the litter basket, to be exact.
‘Ah… adorable… ‘ He continues, coo-ing behind the thing in his hand until he moves a bit farther and walks closer to Baengshin's spot on the bed. Strangely, he looks okay with it; the cat, not the owner.
‘Baengshin-ah….’I hiss, ‘I will get out from here, you distract him, understand?’ Our master is still busy shoving and moving that thing near Baengshin’s face with the occasional ‘Oh, that’s cute… Do that again… Aw, adorable!’ comments and squeals.
Baengshin just throws me a look and a raised eyebrow.
‘Listen. Baengshin-ah. Just stay still and give him that I-wanna-eat-look, okay. I think he likes it.’
Of course this one-way conversation was only heard as meows and purrs. Imagine if it’s not. Hmmm…
Anyway. I learn that the only way o get outside is to creep very very silently. So I stand up and step my left front paw. Okay done, now the back leg. Slowly… done. Right leg goes forward…
‘Meooowww?’ means, ‘Hey, Hyung. Where you goin?’ of course, courtesy of that Bengal cat.
I stop dead tracks. ‘tsk!’
‘Omo! Heebummie, where are you going?’ my master says, shoving that thing near me again. He’s now crawling on the floor also.
I turn my legs and walk back and fro in front of it. He’s moving it following my movements.
‘Good cat…good cat… now, move your tail…. Give me that look Bummie… oh, yes. That’s cute.’
I follow his order while sending glares at that stupid Bengal still sitting nicely.
‘Meow… you’re not my favorite dongsaeng anymore…you better sleep with one eye open, you know that?!’
‘Meoooowwww’ He laughs at me!
‘Baengshin-ah…. Now, it’s your turn…..smile here.. that’s good… aww, you’re too cute… look here…’
OH, YESSS!!!! FINALLY! Have learned that creeping out slowly was not the best plan, this time, I decide to sprint out.
Destination, litter box.
‘Oh, litter box. How I worship thee…’ I sigh in content.
A little while later…
I’ve finished my business and licking up my paws and my beautiful fur.
‘Heebummie, Baengshin-ah… go get your food.’
‘Meooowww…’
He's placed two bowls of chopped tuna, yumm, my favorite; and milk on the floor. ‘Finish them up, okay?’
‘This is soooo heaven….’ I purr.
‘Meeeooww’ Baengshin purrs, agreeing the comment.
Needn’t to be told, foods gone and with full tummy, we sprawl on the floor.
‘Ah, you know what, Baengshin-ah? I just love this master of ours so much, don’t you think so?’
‘Meoooww’
‘Ewww, you smell awful, Bummie! Let’s get you two to petshop and get some bath, ne?’
Ah, life couldn’t get better.
A/N: I embarrassed with myself. Aahhh… I wanna go and hide in the corner.