On the Streets (Part 6)
On the Streets (Part 6)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 728
From this prompt: http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/876723.html and continuing from (Part 5)
Part of the Animal Shelter series http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/622388.html
“One of the benefits of being associated with the Academy, they send me information on familiar activities so I can investigate and take care of problems,” Elert said to the very sleepy eyed teen kitten across the breakfast table from him. “In this case there was a photo that they sent,” Elert pushed the picture across the table towards Poof.
Kormier set a large plate of eggs and hash between them and eyed the photo. “Ooooh, how cute. It’s a good likeness of you, Poofkins. Though why’d you want to put your face that near some’s butt like that unless he’s a boyfriend …” Kormier stopped and looked at Elert, “we haven’t had,” he put up his fingers and made bunny ears, “The Talk with him yet. We neeeeed to do that, especially if he’s taken up running with a crowd that’s going to be tempted to use catnip.” He looked down at the top of Poof’s head giving it a quick kiss, “You haven’t tried any yet sweety, have you?” he asked concernedly. “If you have then we need to get you to the med-vet soon to test if you’re preggers and if you are you’re going to need nutrition supplements and you’re really going to have to get further along on your educational transformation to human form lessons. We’ll have to set up the nursery and start looking at baby clothes and it might not be a bad idea if you volunteer at the Academy’s Crèche so you get some paws on experience with little kittens.”
Poof’s eyes had gotten rounder and larger as Kormier rattled off all this information in fast succession, his paw atop the photograph as if to hide the picture.
“Poof,” Elert asked quietly, “have you tried catnip and who is the young kitten you’re helping paint the graffiti about legalizing catnip? Would he be the father or is he the one we need to see about helping because we’ll be there for you whichever way the pregnancy is.”
“Pregnant? What’s getting pregnant got to do with catnip,” Poof stumbled out fearfully, then before either of his adoptive parents could answer, “No, I haven’t. He hasn’t. We haven’t. HIS Name is Catnip, well not really but it’s what he likes to be called. Says his parents call him that because of how he was made, that and he acts like he’s super cool but we all know that’s just him talking. He’s not a bad cat. He just likes to talk like he is sometimes.”
“Hmmm,” Kormier hummed, “I think you need to invite him over for dinner or maybe lunch on a weekend. Lunch, yeah that’d be more casual and non-confrontational. He needs The Talk too, it seems.”
“What is this about, ‘The Talk’,” Poof put his paws up and curled his toes.
Elert looked at him sternly, “Where do you think little familiar kittens come from?”
“Under a catnip leaf,” Poof suggested uncertainly.
Kormier snickered and Elert grinned.
“Close kitten. Real close,” Elert said. “Eating,” he coughed correcting himself, “ingesting catnip can lead, not all the time mind you but often enough, to getting kittens in your belly.” He looked up at Kormier, “Baby, maybe you could get some sex education stuff from the Library … or better yet take Poof with you to the clinic.” Elert looked back at Poof, “you’re due for your normal checkup and teeth cleaning anyway. It would be nothing out of the ordinary for you both to stop in and look at all the health brochures available and maybe pick some up.” He grinned widely, “remember to look properly embarrassed when you do it. It’s the normal thing to do when your parents start thinking you’re old enough to have questions about that sort of stuff.”
Poof groaned and dropped his head down onto his yet empty plate in embarrassment. He was practicing, he told himself, for that clinic visit. All he knew for certain was, he was sure glad he’d not given Catnip a nip on his leg when it had been right in his face. Who’d have thought that you could get kittens in your belly from painting silly words on a fence. He almost missed Elert saying, “Nothing unusual about that at all, seeing as you’re probably going to be a big brother soon enough if the tests come back positive.”
And then there is The Facts of Life
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 728
From this prompt: http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/876723.html and continuing from (Part 5)
Part of the Animal Shelter series http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/622388.html
“One of the benefits of being associated with the Academy, they send me information on familiar activities so I can investigate and take care of problems,” Elert said to the very sleepy eyed teen kitten across the breakfast table from him. “In this case there was a photo that they sent,” Elert pushed the picture across the table towards Poof.
Kormier set a large plate of eggs and hash between them and eyed the photo. “Ooooh, how cute. It’s a good likeness of you, Poofkins. Though why’d you want to put your face that near some’s butt like that unless he’s a boyfriend …” Kormier stopped and looked at Elert, “we haven’t had,” he put up his fingers and made bunny ears, “The Talk with him yet. We neeeeed to do that, especially if he’s taken up running with a crowd that’s going to be tempted to use catnip.” He looked down at the top of Poof’s head giving it a quick kiss, “You haven’t tried any yet sweety, have you?” he asked concernedly. “If you have then we need to get you to the med-vet soon to test if you’re preggers and if you are you’re going to need nutrition supplements and you’re really going to have to get further along on your educational transformation to human form lessons. We’ll have to set up the nursery and start looking at baby clothes and it might not be a bad idea if you volunteer at the Academy’s Crèche so you get some paws on experience with little kittens.”
Poof’s eyes had gotten rounder and larger as Kormier rattled off all this information in fast succession, his paw atop the photograph as if to hide the picture.
“Poof,” Elert asked quietly, “have you tried catnip and who is the young kitten you’re helping paint the graffiti about legalizing catnip? Would he be the father or is he the one we need to see about helping because we’ll be there for you whichever way the pregnancy is.”
“Pregnant? What’s getting pregnant got to do with catnip,” Poof stumbled out fearfully, then before either of his adoptive parents could answer, “No, I haven’t. He hasn’t. We haven’t. HIS Name is Catnip, well not really but it’s what he likes to be called. Says his parents call him that because of how he was made, that and he acts like he’s super cool but we all know that’s just him talking. He’s not a bad cat. He just likes to talk like he is sometimes.”
“Hmmm,” Kormier hummed, “I think you need to invite him over for dinner or maybe lunch on a weekend. Lunch, yeah that’d be more casual and non-confrontational. He needs The Talk too, it seems.”
“What is this about, ‘The Talk’,” Poof put his paws up and curled his toes.
Elert looked at him sternly, “Where do you think little familiar kittens come from?”
“Under a catnip leaf,” Poof suggested uncertainly.
Kormier snickered and Elert grinned.
“Close kitten. Real close,” Elert said. “Eating,” he coughed correcting himself, “ingesting catnip can lead, not all the time mind you but often enough, to getting kittens in your belly.” He looked up at Kormier, “Baby, maybe you could get some sex education stuff from the Library … or better yet take Poof with you to the clinic.” Elert looked back at Poof, “you’re due for your normal checkup and teeth cleaning anyway. It would be nothing out of the ordinary for you both to stop in and look at all the health brochures available and maybe pick some up.” He grinned widely, “remember to look properly embarrassed when you do it. It’s the normal thing to do when your parents start thinking you’re old enough to have questions about that sort of stuff.”
Poof groaned and dropped his head down onto his yet empty plate in embarrassment. He was practicing, he told himself, for that clinic visit. All he knew for certain was, he was sure glad he’d not given Catnip a nip on his leg when it had been right in his face. Who’d have thought that you could get kittens in your belly from painting silly words on a fence. He almost missed Elert saying, “Nothing unusual about that at all, seeing as you’re probably going to be a big brother soon enough if the tests come back positive.”
And then there is The Facts of Life