Cracker Jacks

[vicioussweetie]

I have learned something very important: The Colbert Report is a little creepy in person. And yet I have no trouble at all with robots acting out Monty Python.

James came out in public, which I suppose is a good sign. I have to get him and Jack some cracker jacks soon. Also, tickets to Cirque du Soliel for Jack and I. Hmm, should I make him

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[drowlynx]

Being golden is nice. But wouldn't someone want to steal you?

[vicioussweetie]

"I don't think the theft of metaphors is a big problem. Have you known it to be?" Astar is met with a smile, a hug, and behind-the-ear scritches.

[drowlynx]

*Scritches! Purr! Purr!*

They're so easy to steal. All you have to do is open your ears then open your mouth. Stolen!

[vicioussweetie]

Purrs Astars are good things. He gets cuddles. "But in stealing it, you don't deprive others. So it's not a problem."

[drowlynx]

*She gets a lapful of Astar in his lynx form, all warm fur and thrumming purr*

You're so right. It's a victimless crime.

[vicioussweetie]

"And can it really be said to be a crime, if there's no victim?" Lapfuls of Astar are also good things. "How have you been, darling?"

[drowlynx]

Now you're just trying to take all the fun out of it.

*he circles in her lap, kneading gently with claws like little black sickles*

It's been marvellous. More people than ever adore me. How about you? Where's the kitling?

[vicioussweetie]

Ouch! "No claws please, darling. I've been...busy being a mom. Alured's sleeping. Would you like to see him?"

[drowlynx]

*He plants both paws (velveted now, the claws are retracted) on her shoulders and rubs his whiskery muzzle under her chin*

Yes!

[vicioussweetie]

She tilts her head back with a smile. "Then you have to let me up so I can get him."

[drowlynx]

*He gets off. Bounce, bounce, bounce onto the floor: it's like watching Pepe Le Pew move.*

Babies always smell nice. They smell like nothing else in the multiverse.

[vicioussweetie]

"Mmm, yes, babysmell is wonderful." She's not going to comment of the Pepe Le Pew bouncing, oh no. She just gets up and goes to get Alured, returning a few minutes later with her swaddled bundle of joy.

"Alured, this is my friend Astar. He's part cat, so he's very furry, and has cat-rules like the cats who live with us. You remember the cat-rules, right? Yes, that's right, no chewing on them because fur tastes bad, no pulling on their tails, and always listen when they tell you to stop." Sitting again, Ali motions for Astar to come and join her.

[drowlynx]

*The drowlynx bounds onto the couch at her side, rearing up on his hind legs to peer at the baby. One big gray paw balances him, resting on the swathing cloth. His mouth opens slightly in the flehmen expression common to cats as he breathes in the scent and taste of Alured.*

[vicioussweetie]

Alured, being too young to be scared of strangers yet, blinks up at Astar and waves a fist in what might be greeting, or what might be proud display of the fleshy thing he can wave around. It's so hard to tell. Either way, Astar might get a little bop to the nose if he's not careful.

"Isn't he perfect?"

[drowlynx]

*Astar easily dodges the warm little baby fist as it brushes through his whiskers, and he laughs, that crooning musical laughter*

He's everything that he should be. *His paw rests on Alured's fist as it comes by for another grab at the tantalising whiskers*

He's like my daughter.

[vicioussweetie]

"Tiny and green?" Ali smirks. Alured blinks at the sudden impediment to fist-waving, but then realizes hey! he's got a whole other one!