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[cptn_j_kirk]

[Whiiiines. Translation: "Ah, shit! Not again!"]

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[nurse_cchapel]

[Suddenly, everything feels funny. And looks really big. Christine tilts her head and tries to say "Jim, why is there a dog in your chair?" It comes out as a bark.]

[cptn_j_kirk]

[There's another low whine/growl from Jim and she gives Christine as remorseful look, and tries to say "Chris... Remember when I got kittyfied? The only way this is better is that there will be no litter boxes!".]

[nurse_cchapel]

[Christine whines pitifully and jumps down off her chair. This is why she never does away missions. Shit like this happens. After a few moments of getting adjusted to four paws, she starts to pace, trying to think up something to do.]

[cptn_j_kirk]

[Jim jumps off the chair and tumbles around for a moment, then yelps indignantly. "At least you're a grown dog! Look at me! I'm... I'm a puppy! That's just wrong... And undignified!"]

[my_god_man]

[Thinks he hears something in his sleep and rouses just enough to reach out blindly for Jim. A bit of patting and he finds a head of soft, silky hair. Grins a little in his sleep. He's always liked Jim's hair.] Jussa dream, babegirl. G'back ta sleep.

[cptn_j_kirk]

[Dammit, Bones, this isn't a dream, no matter how much Jim wishes it was. She turns to kiss his face, knowing he's a lot less grumpy when she wakes him up like that. Makes a frustrated little sound, trying to get through to him. "Come on, Bones. Wake up! You've gotta fix this!"]

[my_god_man]

[He's almost back to sleep when he hears that little noise of frustration. Boy, Jim hasn't burnt off all that sexual energy from his stint as a cat yet. He'd almost call her insatiable. If he didn't enjoy it so much.

But this time, he has to pass. He had a long night of sorting out the mild weirdness of the away team's return. Thankfully, he has gamma today so he's gonna make the most of it. Besides, Jim should be exhausted too. She'd been a part of that team.]

Mmm, babygirl, m'tired. [Huffs a frumpy excuse for a chuckle at she kisses.... no, she actually licks his face. Damn, she's in a mood today. He finds her head again and tousles her hair.] Jus.... gimme few mo'ours, Tribble.

[cptn_j_kirk]

[Oh great. He thinks she wants sex. Which... Okay, she would if she'd woken up in her own body. Her own decidedly LESS fur-covered body.

She nudges his hand with her nose when he pets her. Nips it gently to get his attention. He certainly gets hers with that ridiculous nickname! An incredulous "Tribble?!" is, literally barked out. She's so startled by the sound and the fact it came from HER, that she jumps back a little. Whines out a "Booooooones, wake up!" and swats at his hand again, then kisses, errr- licks it to compensate if she hurt him.]

[ifiturnshootme]

[That whine is accompanied by a growl, this... is NOT a happy Reaper, in all his 200 years he's never had this happen]

[cptn_j_kirk]

[The growl makes her jump at least two feet in the air when she turns towards the sound. HOLY SHIT!! There's a huuuuuge cat on her ship. She backs away, her tail between her legs, pretty sure panthers have little blonde puppies for lunch. Or maybe even just a snack.]

[ifiturnshootme]

[That big cat moves towards the blonde puppy. We're sure if she's watching the panther closely, the moves will look almost familiar. If she can figure out the difference between a panther's movements and John's movements]

[cptn_j_kirk]

[Jim is currently too busy trying to think of a way to avoid becoming lunch to notice much else and as the panther moves towards her, she races off for a corner where she's reasonably sure he can't get to her.]