Like a Cat 88
Title: Like a Cat 88
Fandom: Cal Leandros
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s)/Pairing: Cal, ocs
Rating: PG
Written for: drabble_weekly Challenge No. 390 - Amnesty 39. I chose to use the following prompts: Cat, Birds, Laying The Blame, Better Luck Next Time, Jukebox, Tail, Radio
Warnings: First person pov (Cal's)
Word count: 100
Summary: Time to clean up Spartacus' mess.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Rob Thurman, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Danyeal's wings disappeared. "I don't know about a radio," he said, "but Ishiah used to have a jukebox here."
"Huh," I grunted. "He doesn't seem like the type." I turned my attention to Spartacus. His eye sockets were fixed on two birds in the rafters and his tail was flicking back and forth. "Better luck next time," I told him.
In the meantime, I had the remains of a flat screen television to clean up. My boss would be laying the blame for its demise on me, never mind it was Goodfellow's undead cat who'd knocked it off the wall.
Like a Cat 89
Fandom: Cal Leandros
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s)/Pairing: Cal, ocs
Rating: PG
Written for: drabble_weekly Challenge No. 390 - Amnesty 39. I chose to use the following prompts: Cat, Birds, Laying The Blame, Better Luck Next Time, Jukebox, Tail, Radio
Warnings: First person pov (Cal's)
Word count: 100
Summary: Time to clean up Spartacus' mess.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Rob Thurman, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Danyeal's wings disappeared. "I don't know about a radio," he said, "but Ishiah used to have a jukebox here."
"Huh," I grunted. "He doesn't seem like the type." I turned my attention to Spartacus. His eye sockets were fixed on two birds in the rafters and his tail was flicking back and forth. "Better luck next time," I told him.
In the meantime, I had the remains of a flat screen television to clean up. My boss would be laying the blame for its demise on me, never mind it was Goodfellow's undead cat who'd knocked it off the wall.
Like a Cat 89