Re: Furball and Claws (4/?)
anonymous
August 3 2014, 20:15:56 UTC
(Urgh. Sorry. Live slammed into me like a charging Krogan and if things all slot into place I could have a major upheaval in my live in 2-3 months. Hence the lack of considerate, consistent posts on this.)
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She ignored him as she instead investigating the data pad he had been working on, nuzzling against it and knocking it ever so slightly out of place. Garrus grumbled in annoyance and reset the data pad, scrolling to the next section of text.
The cat knocked the data pad out of alignment again. And again. Each time Garrus moved the data pad back to its prior position, and each time the cat seemed to think it a fun game.
Eventually, Garrus gave up and moved the data pad off to the side. The cat watched him move, tilting her head slightly when Garrus slumped back into the sofa. Garrus looked at the cat out of the corner of his eyes, mandibles tucked in slightly.
"What?"
"Meow."
Garrus pulled in his mandibles some more, before letting them droop. He leaned forwards, checking the bowls beside the kitchen. Both still mostly full.
"You've got food."
"Meow."
Garrus lifted a hand to scratch his forehead, moving back to the rest of his fringe. The cat stood up and moved forward a pace at his hand moving. When Garrus dropped it back down to his side, the cat moved closer and gave an experimental sniff. Seconds later, she nuzzled against one of his talons, starting up a rumbling growling sound.
Oh. Garrus moved his hand slightly, talons running through the cat's short fur along its back. As he got to the tail, it perked up; when he lifted his hand off the cat she stuck her nose up in the air, ears slightly flattened. Perfect position for Garrus to resume stroking her.
The rumbling growling sound increased in volume and intensity, and Garrus also recalled some of the brief cat information extranet sites he'd quickly looked over when Shepard had told him that house-sitting would also include looking after a human cat.
Purring. An action done by all species of felines on humanity's home world. Typically associated with relaxation, food, stress, and theorised as a healing mechanism. Humans normally simply thought of it in the 'relaxation' manner.
The cat settled down next to Garrus, resting her chin on his leg. She gave a couple of slow blinks before her eyes closed completely, purr no less loud as Garrus continued to stroke her.
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Garrus woke the next morning in deep darkness, no sound emanating from anywhere. Something had triggered a swift awakening, and as he waited a few seconds to figure out what it might have been, he heard it again.
A loud, rolling, yowling was coming from outside the bedroom door. It went on for a good number of seconds before pausing, the cat waiting an appropriate amount of time before starting up again.
Garrus checked the time, cursing when he saw that it was barely one in the morning. With the cat distracting him from work, he'd not thought to go to sleep later than normally scheduled, and now the cat had decided he didn't need a full night's sleep after all.
He got out of bed, stumbling sleepily towards the door. It opened automatically, giving a brief thought towards why the cat hadn't walked into the bedroom, then a brief thanks that she hadn't. The yowling was loud enough from halfway across the apartment, he didn't need to have her right by his ear and doing so.
Garrus finally found her at the top of the staircase, sitting in the middle of the landing and looking forlornly at Shepard's bedroom. Upon hearing Garrus come up behind her she swiveled her head around and gave one more long, pitiful meow.
"You miss her, huh." Garrus bent down to pick the cat up, being mindful of his talons. The cat gave a short meow, sounding almost resigned, and nestled into Garrus' arms. "Only a couple more days, then she'll be back."
Re: Furball and Claws (4/?)
anonymous
August 3 2014, 22:25:08 UTC
No worries about life happening. I actually haven't had a chance to check back for a few days either. OP is still loving this fill. The cat staring at her door and crying reminds me of how my SO tells me how he and the cat he is allergic to commiserate when I am gone for a few days.
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She ignored him as she instead investigating the data pad he had been working on, nuzzling against it and knocking it ever so slightly out of place. Garrus grumbled in annoyance and reset the data pad, scrolling to the next section of text.
The cat knocked the data pad out of alignment again. And again. Each time Garrus moved the data pad back to its prior position, and each time the cat seemed to think it a fun game.
Eventually, Garrus gave up and moved the data pad off to the side. The cat watched him move, tilting her head slightly when Garrus slumped back into the sofa. Garrus looked at the cat out of the corner of his eyes, mandibles tucked in slightly.
"What?"
"Meow."
Garrus pulled in his mandibles some more, before letting them droop. He leaned forwards, checking the bowls beside the kitchen. Both still mostly full.
"You've got food."
"Meow."
Garrus lifted a hand to scratch his forehead, moving back to the rest of his fringe. The cat stood up and moved forward a pace at his hand moving. When Garrus dropped it back down to his side, the cat moved closer and gave an experimental sniff. Seconds later, she nuzzled against one of his talons, starting up a rumbling growling sound.
Oh. Garrus moved his hand slightly, talons running through the cat's short fur along its back. As he got to the tail, it perked up; when he lifted his hand off the cat she stuck her nose up in the air, ears slightly flattened. Perfect position for Garrus to resume stroking her.
The rumbling growling sound increased in volume and intensity, and Garrus also recalled some of the brief cat information extranet sites he'd quickly looked over when Shepard had told him that house-sitting would also include looking after a human cat.
Purring. An action done by all species of felines on humanity's home world. Typically associated with relaxation, food, stress, and theorised as a healing mechanism. Humans normally simply thought of it in the 'relaxation' manner.
The cat settled down next to Garrus, resting her chin on his leg. She gave a couple of slow blinks before her eyes closed completely, purr no less loud as Garrus continued to stroke her.
[-]
Garrus woke the next morning in deep darkness, no sound emanating from anywhere. Something had triggered a swift awakening, and as he waited a few seconds to figure out what it might have been, he heard it again.
A loud, rolling, yowling was coming from outside the bedroom door. It went on for a good number of seconds before pausing, the cat waiting an appropriate amount of time before starting up again.
Garrus checked the time, cursing when he saw that it was barely one in the morning. With the cat distracting him from work, he'd not thought to go to sleep later than normally scheduled, and now the cat had decided he didn't need a full night's sleep after all.
He got out of bed, stumbling sleepily towards the door. It opened automatically, giving a brief thought towards why the cat hadn't walked into the bedroom, then a brief thanks that she hadn't. The yowling was loud enough from halfway across the apartment, he didn't need to have her right by his ear and doing so.
Garrus finally found her at the top of the staircase, sitting in the middle of the landing and looking forlornly at Shepard's bedroom. Upon hearing Garrus come up behind her she swiveled her head around and gave one more long, pitiful meow.
"You miss her, huh." Garrus bent down to pick the cat up, being mindful of his talons. The cat gave a short meow, sounding almost resigned, and nestled into Garrus' arms. "Only a couple more days, then she'll be back."
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