Home alone
Author: NYWCgirl
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: None
Characters: Neal, Satchmo
Warning: none
Spoilers: none
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Author's Notes: Soft kitty verse
Word Count: ~350
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
Summary: Satchmo and Neal are home alone…
El and Peter were visiting friends for dinner, leaving the two pets alone at home. When the door closed behind them, Neal walked over to Sachmo.
“Hey Neal, what are we going to do, the master is not home tonight.”
“Did they leave us food?” Neal asked.
“Yes, we got food and water and master even left the lights on.”
Neal sniffed the kibble and turned back to Satchmo. “Shall I see if I can find something better?”
“Nee, I like the food they give me.”
“Well, I don´t, help me up, so I can jump on the counter.”
Neal barely made it, but finally he made it up on the counter, but he couldn´t find anything. Disappointed, he jumped back off He walked over to Peter´s recliner and lay down on it.
“You´re not allowed on master´s chair.” Satchmo told Neal.
“You´re such a softy, Nobody´s here. You really have Stockholm Syndrome, you do realize that do you?
Neal settles on the recliner and fell asleep, with Satchmo on the ground.
When Neal woke, he searched for something to play with. He found his catnip mouse and went bezerk playing with it, Satchmo looking at the scene with weary eyes. ‘This was a very strange pup, he reminded him of Neal, he also smelled as master Neal. Very strange indeed.’ Satchmo lay back down, giving Neal the opportunity to climb on top of him. Neal tried to find a comfortable spot in Satchmo´s fur.
“Your claws hurt, Neal they are sharp, keep them to yourself.”
“Sorry.” Neal quickly lay down and started purring.
“NEAL!”
“Sorry. I will be still.”
Suddenly, the animals heard people coming up the stairs, and they both perked up. When the key was turned in the lock, they were both sitting in front of the inner door.
“Master is home” Satchmo said.
“You´re late, slave” Neal commented when Peter entered.
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: None
Characters: Neal, Satchmo
Warning: none
Spoilers: none
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Author's Notes: Soft kitty verse
Word Count: ~350
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
Summary: Satchmo and Neal are home alone…
El and Peter were visiting friends for dinner, leaving the two pets alone at home. When the door closed behind them, Neal walked over to Sachmo.
“Hey Neal, what are we going to do, the master is not home tonight.”
“Did they leave us food?” Neal asked.
“Yes, we got food and water and master even left the lights on.”
Neal sniffed the kibble and turned back to Satchmo. “Shall I see if I can find something better?”
“Nee, I like the food they give me.”
“Well, I don´t, help me up, so I can jump on the counter.”
Neal barely made it, but finally he made it up on the counter, but he couldn´t find anything. Disappointed, he jumped back off He walked over to Peter´s recliner and lay down on it.
“You´re not allowed on master´s chair.” Satchmo told Neal.
“You´re such a softy, Nobody´s here. You really have Stockholm Syndrome, you do realize that do you?
Neal settles on the recliner and fell asleep, with Satchmo on the ground.
When Neal woke, he searched for something to play with. He found his catnip mouse and went bezerk playing with it, Satchmo looking at the scene with weary eyes. ‘This was a very strange pup, he reminded him of Neal, he also smelled as master Neal. Very strange indeed.’ Satchmo lay back down, giving Neal the opportunity to climb on top of him. Neal tried to find a comfortable spot in Satchmo´s fur.
“Your claws hurt, Neal they are sharp, keep them to yourself.”
“Sorry.” Neal quickly lay down and started purring.
“NEAL!”
“Sorry. I will be still.”
Suddenly, the animals heard people coming up the stairs, and they both perked up. When the key was turned in the lock, they were both sitting in front of the inner door.
“Master is home” Satchmo said.
“You´re late, slave” Neal commented when Peter entered.