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kirk_george

Exploring the Enterprise in furry form

Oct 04, 2010 14:15

He'd plotted very very carefully. His human didn't go out much, but he'd managed to time the door, so he'd be able to right next to his human and get out of the blasted room. He'd already explored the entire room. It was time to move on to newer, and more interesting places to explore. He wondered where his posse of cats went. That should be his ( Read more... )

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geekiwi October 6 2010, 01:49:50 UTC

It had been an odd day, to say the least, Karl thought as he walked along toward the rec deck, hands in his pockets. People turning into bloody kittens --

Speak of the devil. A movement caught his eye; a tiny striped tail that disappeared around a corner ahead.

"Oh, you did not, Pine," Karl muttered to himself, hurrying up but trying to keep his steps light. He peeked before he jumped out, and smiled at the sight of the orange kitten dawdling down the empty corridor, sniffing at the walls as it went. Chris hadn't escaped -- that little fugitive was George Kirk.

kirk_george October 6 2010, 01:51:49 UTC

George was lost. And he really needed to go to the bathroom. This place sucked. Why wasn't there more toilets? He debated raising his leg to go on the wall. But how would he hide it?

geekiwi October 6 2010, 02:00:14 UTC

Karl sneaked up behind the kitten and crouched down, getting a firm hand on the back of his neck to keep him in place. "Hi, there," he said, rubbing the top of George's head with his thumb. "You're probably not supposed to be out here. Where's the Admiral?"

kirk_george October 6 2010, 02:03:18 UTC

George turned to glare at the human suspicious that it was going to start lifting him by the neck. He did not like being helpless like that. He mewled at Karl to let him go. Didn't he have his own kitten?

geekiwi October 6 2010, 02:36:32 UTC

"Yes, you're adorable," said Karl fondly, hoping these kittens wouldn't remember any of this when they changed back. "I'm not letting you go, though. C'mon -- gonna take you home. You can't be wandering around here." He picked the perturbed George up, despite his mews of protest, and cradled him as he looked around for a convenient computer terminal. "Now, just need to find out where your quarters are."

kirk_george October 6 2010, 02:38:44 UTC

George sank his claws into Karl's shirt. He did NOT want to go back to the room. Didn't like being cooped up. He was having fun. Why didn't this human approve of fun? It seemed like all the humans except his own were anti-fun.

geekiwi October 6 2010, 02:54:30 UTC

Karl yelped. "Ow! Nonono, no claws." He pulled George away and held him at arm's length, looking him sternly in the eye as George wriggled and tried to bite and take the skin off his wrists with his claws. "That is bad. You don't do that to people. Oh, fuck, why am I berating a cat, you won't listen anyway."

kirk_george October 6 2010, 03:00:43 UTC

George growled. Bad human. Very bad human. He needed better training. His kitty wasn't doing very good at training him. He mewled his opinion, scolding the human whenever he stopped talking.

geekiwi October 6 2010, 03:54:24 UTC

That growl sounded just as menacing coming from a young cat as it would a full-grown one. If George was going to go nuts on him, he didn't really want to be holding him, but he couldn't let him go... his quarters were just around the corner. He could take George there, let him hang with Chris for a while and calm down while he located Admiral Pike. If they didn't kill each other.

"You wanna go visit Chris for a while?" he asked tentatively. George had stopped struggling momentarily and hung there from his hands, eyes big and round. Karl dared to cradle him properly again, and held his hand in front of George's nose to sniff. "Sniff? That's what the other kitten smells like. We'll go see him."

kirk_george October 6 2010, 03:58:55 UTC

George settled once he was held properly once again, and climbed up onto Karl's shoulder. Much better. Very much better. He already knew Karl had the other kitty. He would take him to the other kitty now.

geekiwi October 6 2010, 16:03:53 UTC

"You're a parrot, now?" Karl tried to walk with as smooth a gait as possible -- George's claws were sunk into the fabric of his shirt for balance and he didn't want them any deeper. A young woman in a blue uniform passed by and smothered a giggle in her hand, and Karl grinned a little self-consciously. Yeah, he was just a random time-traveller in civilian clothes on a Federation starship with a cat riding on his shoulder, pay him no mind...

Karl watched the floor carefully when he opened the door to make sure Chris didn't scoot out under his feet. "Chriiiis. I brought a friend."

kirk_george October 6 2010, 23:32:32 UTC

A very smooth gait. This human could be his ride whenever. Oh, good, a potty. He jumped down and relieved himself. Oh that felt so much better.

geekiwi October 7 2010, 01:45:32 UTC

Someone had obviously been giving this cat a lot to drink. Karl wondered if kittens objected to other kittens using their boxes... he'd wait and see.

He sat down on the nearby couch (which was already flecked here and there with brownish hairs) and lazily made a psssstpsstpsst cat-attracting sound, watching George investigate his new surroundings and wondering where Chris had got off to.

erudite_actor October 14 2010, 01:21:32 UTC

Chris had found a new toy. He was underneath the table, tugging on a shoelace that had been peeking out at him as he walked by. It was attached to a shoe, however, and he soon found that it wasn't nearly as interesting as it had seemed. Especially when a particularly insistent tug of his had brought the shoe tipping over on its side, making him jump. Chris batted at it suspiciously with one paw.

Perhaps he would find something else to play with.

His ears perked up at the sound of Karl's voice and he trotted out from under the table, curious. "Mrow?"

geekiwi October 14 2010, 01:51:49 UTC

"Hey, buddy." Chris came willingly forward and Karl leaned over to stroke him, nose to tail. "Look." He pointed. Chris stared raptly at his hand instead of looking in the direction he was indicating. "I brought somebody over for a play date."

Funny how cats weren't really all that different from human kids.

kirk_george October 14 2010, 01:56:28 UTC

Once his business was decoriously covered, George bounded over. Awesome! Other kitty from the evil lady. He mewled at and rubbed noses with the kitty in greeting. So there was a good reason the big person took him to this room.

Was he being treated right was there lots of food, was he getting scratched? Did George need to teach the human proper manners?

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