Prompt Post No. 17
Welcome to Round 17 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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"Wait, what," says Yusuf.
First, because Ariadne invited herself over via kitchen window through the backyard and second, because,
"How do you know?" says Yusuf.
Ariadne looks at him like he is not smart.
"I just do," she says finally with a hint of disgust, like Yusuf is a bad owner or something
Arthur regards them with faint amusement. See, that is the air that Yusuf gets from him. He is a strangely laid-back cat when he is not badgering Cobb from kitchen to living room to outdoors like some kind of totalitarian fitness guru. It is like Arthur thinks Cobb is an old man that must be looked after, which given the frequency with which Cobb squints, may not be an outlandish presumption.
"Is there such thing as cat glasses?" says Yusuf.
"What?" says Ariadne, holding Arthur closer. He noses her cheek, like a kiss, and she squeals in delight. "You mean, for you, to see how cats see?"
"No," Yusuf says patiently, "For Cobb, to see how people--animals--cats--see without myopia."
Ariadne squints at Yusuf.
"I don't know what kind of opia you have, mister, but I don't think Cobby wants it, do you Cobby?"
She scoops up Cobb in her arms, too, and he is significantly more stocky and crammed against Arthur. Arthur blinks. And Yusuf is beginning to understand him. His gaze is like that of the artist, quiet and dignified suffering. It says,
'My face is too close to Cobb's.'
"Ariadne, how about we put down Cobb before Arthur gives him the most painful opia of his life?" says Yusuf.
"You pharmaceuticals are always so secretly filthy," says Ariadne, settling Cobb onto the kitchen counter, whereupon he resumes his semi-bask, semi-sulk.
"Cobb looks a little depressed," says Yusuf, studying the tom.
"I would be, too, in this cat wasteland. Look at you! Not a feathery toy-thing in sight! Not a single squeaky mouse ma-bob. And no fluffy tunnels to crawl through."
"I don't know, you just make it sound like a sex den," Yusuf says nervously.
"Scandalous," says Ariadne, looking awed by him.
XXX
So that's fine. Yusuf is beginning to renew that ancient fiery love of cats, and Arthur is stoking most of his fire, because Arthur is a bright, intelligent, if stunningly meticulous young cat. Cobb is a bit of a let down sometimes. He reminds Yusuf of a brilliant but aging professor, downtrodden by life, unsure of his prospects in life, content to doze in a rectangle of sun on the light purple carpet in the living room (admittedly flamboyant, but it came with the house and the house came with such a good closing price) but yes, yes, Cobb, Yusuf was sure, was in the throes of middle age and as such, a perfect father, but not a very good cat.
Arthur, though, does scare Yusuf a little. Yusuf wonders if he might be magic. For some reason, the day after Arthur arrived, all the cups and plates directed themselves into separate cupboards in an organized fashion, lined up per size and color. Which is great, now Yusuf can't find anything he wants but colleagues and Ariadne who visit are in awe at his kitchen directive skills. It is no small laughing matter for a bachelor, they grudgingly admit.
And then things in Yusuf's house magically get cleaner, and he swears to god that the house seems vacuumed one Tuesday that he gets back and he stares really hard at Arthur.
"Are you an angel?" he asks, sinking to his knees.
Arthur smacks him on the nose.
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I wish I had an Arthur with kitchen directive skill... Would be so awesome!
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