Kitten Issues [AIM Log]
Chuck: *in a somewhat soggy shirt and with a bit of a troubled expression on her face, comes running down the stairs looking for Liam. Upstairs, Marcus can be heard laughing*
Liam...um...Liam?
Liam: Right here, Pixie. What's up?
Chuck: ...*grabs his hand* I think I broke Bagel.
Liam: Um. *takes in the details* Where is he? I'll look him over.
Chuck: Under the bed in your sister's...um in my room. *where he has been the last ten minutes or so, pissy as hell*
Liam: Okaayyy ... *heads up to the room in question and gets down on his side to look under the bed* What happened?
Chuck: *a very wet ball of orange fur is curled up under the bed and against he wall, well out of Chuck's reach, furiously licking himself* I...washed him. In the sink. *and yes, the cat smells like her shampoo*
Liam: *Oh. No laughing, nooooooo. He clears his throat* I don't think you broke him, sugar. You just annoyed the heck out of him. Like I said, he's used to washing himself.
Chuck: He bite me and then when I put him down he ran under there and bit me. *she's pouting, the cat's sulking and Marcus is still giggling in his room.* Shut up, Marcus! He washes himself in -spit-, Liam. That is so gross. He needed a real bath.
Liam: *instantly alert* He bit you? Show me where.
Chuck: *is more worried about the kitten but shows him her hand and the barely there teeth marks in the space between thumb and forefinger* It's okay. He just got all growly and kept hissing. Does he hate me?
Liam: *faint sigh of relief, it doesn't look too bad* No, he doesn't. He'll calm down in a little while; we just need to give him time to settle. *looks back at the little tabby* Tell you what, you go get a soft towel, and I'll try to coax him out.
Chuck: Thank you. You're so much more help than he is.*has to dodge a Marcus in the doorway on her way to get said towel*
Liam: *sends soothing thoughts to the damp ball of fluff, no more water, I promise. Come out and I'll help dry you off, little guy.*
Chuck: *Marcus sniggers in the doorway* Man, she washed that thing in peaches and cream. I'd hate her too. I tried to tell her but noooooo...*Bagel gives Liam a pitiful mrrp and mow but doesn't make a move to come out just yet*
Liam: *sighs* Yeah, well ... I'll explain the situation. *sends more comforting thoughts to the kitteh*
Chuck: *the redhead continues to watch his cousin, eventually coming in to lay across the bed* You still think it's a good idea to send Peachy here to NYC? *the kitten takes a few tentative steps towards Liam, stopping and mewing several times*
Liam: Yes, I do. *makes a few kitteny sounds* I just need to go through kitten care 101 is all. *no, no more wet and smelly stuff from any of us. It's okay.*
Chuck: *the little blonde comes back in with a bath towel in her arms and watches the boys, Liam on the floor and Marcus on the bed* Yes, you do what? *Bagel meeps at Liam, returning the noises he made and scrambles towards the boy* Hey, you got him to come out...
Liam: *sits cross-legged on the floor and tucks the wet little thing in one arm and gently grips his scruff* There we go. Drape the towel over my lap, Tiny, and I'll get him dried off.
Chuck: *Marcus waits until Chuck leans down to place the towel to make a very convincing kitten hiss and the girl freezes unsure if it's Bagel or not. At first.* Marcus Alexander...Get. Out. *sniggering, he at least obliges but not without mewing at her and swiping his hand like a cat prepared to claw something* He needs a new hobby.
Liam: *arches a brow at the Spaz on his way out* He needs at least three new hobbies. *carefully bundles the wee stripey thing into the towel and starts gently rubbing him dry* There you go, Bagel ...
Chuck: *sits on the floor next to Liam, her head on his shoulder, watching* At least he smells better now...
Liam: I don't think he thinks so, sugar. *mildly disgruntled noise from the towel* Did he get into something gross?
Chuck: *bites her lip and shakes her head slightly* No. He just...smelled funky. Like he always does. I wanted him to smell good.
Liam: *gently* Well, cats do smell like cats. And hayloft, in his case. *rubs the little head* Really, Pixie, unless they get into something grimy, cats don't need water baths. And when they do, you don't want to use a human shampoo on them. We'll get some cat shampoo from the pet store for emergencies.
Chuck: *furrows her brow* I didn't hurt him, did I? *and now she's feeling a bit dumb* But it's gross, Liam. They slobber all over themselves. He licks his own butt.
Liam: *leans over and kisses her cheek* No, one bath won't hurt him. But cats don't slobber on their fur, Chuck. You've felt the rough texture of his tongue when he licks you, right? That roughness cleans his fur when he licks himself.
Chuck: *tentatively pets the kitten* I'm sorry Bagel. Yeah but still...that's his tongue. In his mouth. Yuck. Marcus gives Fruitloop baths...
Liam: *Bagel starts purring, content at feeling dry again* Yeah, but dogs are different. They don't clean themselves as thoroughly as cats do. Also, you can usually bathe a dog and not wind up with teeth and claw marks.
Chuck: *frowns again, thinking this time instead of pouting. She's always pretty much assumed a pet was a pet and a cat and dog weren't really any different with regards to care.* I guess it's a good thing you're keeping Bagel. I'd probably really end up breaking him.
Liam: You haven't broken him, pretty girl. *slides an arm around her shoulders* You just got him wet is all. *hesitates* I was gonna surprise you with this later, but ... we have figured out a way you could keep him in New York, if you want. Uncail Rory will let him stay at his place so you can see him all the time.
Chuck: *in the middle of hugging him back, she stops and stares first at Liam and then the kitten* ... You aren't serious. For real? Honest and for true? You aren't joking, are you Liam? REALLY?
Liam: *grins* No joke, Pixie mine. He'd still be your cat, of course. But this way neither of you has to take crap from Fuckface and the Snowflakes. *tickles the kitten*
Chuck: *more or less glomptackles Liam and squeals in his ear before kissing his face repeatedly*
Liam: *laughs and kisses her back while Bagel pokes his head out of the towel and squeaks*
Chuck: I has a kitten. A Bagel flavored kitten. I love you. *then she kisses Liam again* I love you too, Liam.
Liam: *snuggles her* I love you too, sugar. *kisses her again*
Chuck: You're the best, ever. *moves the towel so she can occupy his lap*
Liam: *settles his Pixie in his lap and places the kitten in hers, grinning all the while*
Chuck: *wiggles a bit to get comfortable and then tips her head back for more kisses, her hands holding Bagel in place on her lap* I...have...the...bestest...boyfrand...I do.
Liam: Mmmmmm. *goes for a longer kiss and tucks her against him* And I have the sweetest girlfriend with the cutest kitten ever.
Chuck: *kisses the side of his neck as she snuggles closer* I won't wash him with shampoo any more. Even if he finally smells good for a change. *picks Bagel up and inhales deeply, rubbing his fluffy orange fur against her cheek.*
Liam: Bagel: *mrrrrrs*
Liam: *rubs kitten tummy* He'll probably smell better living in an apartment than in a hayloft anyway.
Chuck: Not if he gets stuck in Marcus' room.
Liam...um...Liam?
Liam: Right here, Pixie. What's up?
Chuck: ...*grabs his hand* I think I broke Bagel.
Liam: Um. *takes in the details* Where is he? I'll look him over.
Chuck: Under the bed in your sister's...um in my room. *where he has been the last ten minutes or so, pissy as hell*
Liam: Okaayyy ... *heads up to the room in question and gets down on his side to look under the bed* What happened?
Chuck: *a very wet ball of orange fur is curled up under the bed and against he wall, well out of Chuck's reach, furiously licking himself* I...washed him. In the sink. *and yes, the cat smells like her shampoo*
Liam: *Oh. No laughing, nooooooo. He clears his throat* I don't think you broke him, sugar. You just annoyed the heck out of him. Like I said, he's used to washing himself.
Chuck: He bite me and then when I put him down he ran under there and bit me. *she's pouting, the cat's sulking and Marcus is still giggling in his room.* Shut up, Marcus! He washes himself in -spit-, Liam. That is so gross. He needed a real bath.
Liam: *instantly alert* He bit you? Show me where.
Chuck: *is more worried about the kitten but shows him her hand and the barely there teeth marks in the space between thumb and forefinger* It's okay. He just got all growly and kept hissing. Does he hate me?
Liam: *faint sigh of relief, it doesn't look too bad* No, he doesn't. He'll calm down in a little while; we just need to give him time to settle. *looks back at the little tabby* Tell you what, you go get a soft towel, and I'll try to coax him out.
Chuck: Thank you. You're so much more help than he is.*has to dodge a Marcus in the doorway on her way to get said towel*
Liam: *sends soothing thoughts to the damp ball of fluff, no more water, I promise. Come out and I'll help dry you off, little guy.*
Chuck: *Marcus sniggers in the doorway* Man, she washed that thing in peaches and cream. I'd hate her too. I tried to tell her but noooooo...*Bagel gives Liam a pitiful mrrp and mow but doesn't make a move to come out just yet*
Liam: *sighs* Yeah, well ... I'll explain the situation. *sends more comforting thoughts to the kitteh*
Chuck: *the redhead continues to watch his cousin, eventually coming in to lay across the bed* You still think it's a good idea to send Peachy here to NYC? *the kitten takes a few tentative steps towards Liam, stopping and mewing several times*
Liam: Yes, I do. *makes a few kitteny sounds* I just need to go through kitten care 101 is all. *no, no more wet and smelly stuff from any of us. It's okay.*
Chuck: *the little blonde comes back in with a bath towel in her arms and watches the boys, Liam on the floor and Marcus on the bed* Yes, you do what? *Bagel meeps at Liam, returning the noises he made and scrambles towards the boy* Hey, you got him to come out...
Liam: *sits cross-legged on the floor and tucks the wet little thing in one arm and gently grips his scruff* There we go. Drape the towel over my lap, Tiny, and I'll get him dried off.
Chuck: *Marcus waits until Chuck leans down to place the towel to make a very convincing kitten hiss and the girl freezes unsure if it's Bagel or not. At first.* Marcus Alexander...Get. Out. *sniggering, he at least obliges but not without mewing at her and swiping his hand like a cat prepared to claw something* He needs a new hobby.
Liam: *arches a brow at the Spaz on his way out* He needs at least three new hobbies. *carefully bundles the wee stripey thing into the towel and starts gently rubbing him dry* There you go, Bagel ...
Chuck: *sits on the floor next to Liam, her head on his shoulder, watching* At least he smells better now...
Liam: I don't think he thinks so, sugar. *mildly disgruntled noise from the towel* Did he get into something gross?
Chuck: *bites her lip and shakes her head slightly* No. He just...smelled funky. Like he always does. I wanted him to smell good.
Liam: *gently* Well, cats do smell like cats. And hayloft, in his case. *rubs the little head* Really, Pixie, unless they get into something grimy, cats don't need water baths. And when they do, you don't want to use a human shampoo on them. We'll get some cat shampoo from the pet store for emergencies.
Chuck: *furrows her brow* I didn't hurt him, did I? *and now she's feeling a bit dumb* But it's gross, Liam. They slobber all over themselves. He licks his own butt.
Liam: *leans over and kisses her cheek* No, one bath won't hurt him. But cats don't slobber on their fur, Chuck. You've felt the rough texture of his tongue when he licks you, right? That roughness cleans his fur when he licks himself.
Chuck: *tentatively pets the kitten* I'm sorry Bagel. Yeah but still...that's his tongue. In his mouth. Yuck. Marcus gives Fruitloop baths...
Liam: *Bagel starts purring, content at feeling dry again* Yeah, but dogs are different. They don't clean themselves as thoroughly as cats do. Also, you can usually bathe a dog and not wind up with teeth and claw marks.
Chuck: *frowns again, thinking this time instead of pouting. She's always pretty much assumed a pet was a pet and a cat and dog weren't really any different with regards to care.* I guess it's a good thing you're keeping Bagel. I'd probably really end up breaking him.
Liam: You haven't broken him, pretty girl. *slides an arm around her shoulders* You just got him wet is all. *hesitates* I was gonna surprise you with this later, but ... we have figured out a way you could keep him in New York, if you want. Uncail Rory will let him stay at his place so you can see him all the time.
Chuck: *in the middle of hugging him back, she stops and stares first at Liam and then the kitten* ... You aren't serious. For real? Honest and for true? You aren't joking, are you Liam? REALLY?
Liam: *grins* No joke, Pixie mine. He'd still be your cat, of course. But this way neither of you has to take crap from Fuckface and the Snowflakes. *tickles the kitten*
Chuck: *more or less glomptackles Liam and squeals in his ear before kissing his face repeatedly*
Liam: *laughs and kisses her back while Bagel pokes his head out of the towel and squeaks*
Chuck: I has a kitten. A Bagel flavored kitten. I love you. *then she kisses Liam again* I love you too, Liam.
Liam: *snuggles her* I love you too, sugar. *kisses her again*
Chuck: You're the best, ever. *moves the towel so she can occupy his lap*
Liam: *settles his Pixie in his lap and places the kitten in hers, grinning all the while*
Chuck: *wiggles a bit to get comfortable and then tips her head back for more kisses, her hands holding Bagel in place on her lap* I...have...the...bestest...boyfrand...I do.
Liam: Mmmmmm. *goes for a longer kiss and tucks her against him* And I have the sweetest girlfriend with the cutest kitten ever.
Chuck: *kisses the side of his neck as she snuggles closer* I won't wash him with shampoo any more. Even if he finally smells good for a change. *picks Bagel up and inhales deeply, rubbing his fluffy orange fur against her cheek.*
Liam: Bagel: *mrrrrrs*
Liam: *rubs kitten tummy* He'll probably smell better living in an apartment than in a hayloft anyway.
Chuck: Not if he gets stuck in Marcus' room.