Gingerbread 21; Cherry Vanilla 12
Author: Marina
Story: The Dragon World
Challenge: Gingerbread 21 (I’ll huff and I’ll puff), Cherry Vanilla 12 (fish out of water)
Toppings/Extras: Caramel
Word Count: 389
Rating: G
Summary: Chase refuses to squirt Sketches when he finds her on the kitchen table.
Notes: Just a short bit that didn’t fit into either of the previous two.
“Carrie!”
“What is it, Chase?”
“Your cat’s on the table!”
“Then squirt her. The bottle’s on the counter.”
“I can’t! It’s against my belief system!”
Laughter drifted in from the living room. “She has to be squirted! She won’t learn any other way.”
Chase crossed his arms petulantly even though Carrie could not see him. “You want her squirted so bad, you do it.”
“Chase, just do it. You’re closer, it’s not going to kill either of you.”
“S’what you think,” he muttered, eyeing the kitten. Sketches paid him absolutely no attention, focused completely on her personal hygiene. “Okay, that’s just gross. People eat there. Cats gotta be clean too, I respect that, but not there.” At this, Carrie let out another loud horse laugh, and he moved into her line of sight long enough to glare at her. “You’re sadistic.”
“And you’re a wimp,” she returned easily.
Chase stuck his tongue out at her, then went back to Sketches. She paused in her efforts to stare up at him with wide eyes. “I really don’t want to squirt you,” he said, “and trying to get you to go places usually means claws, so…can you just move? Please?”
Sketches tilted her head slightly, as if to say, Make me, Pipsqueak.
“Right, you’re asking for it.” Chase turned to the cabinet behind him and retrieved two oven mitts, with which he carefully outfitted his hands. When he looked back, he saw that Sketches had returned to her bath. I’ll getcha this time, he thought, smirking a little. He crept up to the table, hands stretched in preparation for his attack.
Right as he got close enough to swipe at her, she looked up. He paused just long enough to allow her the opening to spring.
He went down immediately.
The next thing he knew, the back of his head was sore, and Carrie was laughing at him again. He opened his eyes to see her squatting beside him. “You are the only person I know who could lose a wrestling match to a kitten,” she said.
“S’not my fault she fights dirty,” he muttered, aiming a halfhearted glare at the puffball perched on his chest, calmly preening as if nothing had happened.
Carrie offered no sympathy. “You do realize I have to draw this now.”
“You suck.”
“So you’ve said.”
Story: The Dragon World
Challenge: Gingerbread 21 (I’ll huff and I’ll puff), Cherry Vanilla 12 (fish out of water)
Toppings/Extras: Caramel
Word Count: 389
Rating: G
Summary: Chase refuses to squirt Sketches when he finds her on the kitchen table.
Notes: Just a short bit that didn’t fit into either of the previous two.
“Carrie!”
“What is it, Chase?”
“Your cat’s on the table!”
“Then squirt her. The bottle’s on the counter.”
“I can’t! It’s against my belief system!”
Laughter drifted in from the living room. “She has to be squirted! She won’t learn any other way.”
Chase crossed his arms petulantly even though Carrie could not see him. “You want her squirted so bad, you do it.”
“Chase, just do it. You’re closer, it’s not going to kill either of you.”
“S’what you think,” he muttered, eyeing the kitten. Sketches paid him absolutely no attention, focused completely on her personal hygiene. “Okay, that’s just gross. People eat there. Cats gotta be clean too, I respect that, but not there.” At this, Carrie let out another loud horse laugh, and he moved into her line of sight long enough to glare at her. “You’re sadistic.”
“And you’re a wimp,” she returned easily.
Chase stuck his tongue out at her, then went back to Sketches. She paused in her efforts to stare up at him with wide eyes. “I really don’t want to squirt you,” he said, “and trying to get you to go places usually means claws, so…can you just move? Please?”
Sketches tilted her head slightly, as if to say, Make me, Pipsqueak.
“Right, you’re asking for it.” Chase turned to the cabinet behind him and retrieved two oven mitts, with which he carefully outfitted his hands. When he looked back, he saw that Sketches had returned to her bath. I’ll getcha this time, he thought, smirking a little. He crept up to the table, hands stretched in preparation for his attack.
Right as he got close enough to swipe at her, she looked up. He paused just long enough to allow her the opening to spring.
He went down immediately.
The next thing he knew, the back of his head was sore, and Carrie was laughing at him again. He opened his eyes to see her squatting beside him. “You are the only person I know who could lose a wrestling match to a kitten,” she said.
“S’not my fault she fights dirty,” he muttered, aiming a halfhearted glare at the puffball perched on his chest, calmly preening as if nothing had happened.
Carrie offered no sympathy. “You do realize I have to draw this now.”
“You suck.”
“So you’ve said.”