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 Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 6:49 pm
Hug-bell watched wincing slightly, the cut was deeper than normal ones, so it hurt a bit worse than most. However she didn't cry at it being cleaned, impressed how quickly ********* worked.
"Oh yeah, like behind the fridge." She said softly thinking about one of her friend's cat that often likes to hide behind the fridge where you can't get to her. "Even the ones that can't talk are normally pretty good at going places we can't.
She watched as ********* changed back to a cat. It was quite impressive, "Oh right! I promised you cake." She said with a smile as she opened the door back and peeked her head out the door looking around, "I think they're still asleep." She picked up the step stool and totted it to the kitchen. "Come on!"
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:47 am
After Hugbell opened up the door, the cat followed behind, if not a bit slower to prevent too much neck-bell jingling. "If it's too much of a burden, you don't have to worry about getting me any cake... just be sure to save me something to eat for another time..."
However, this was being said as they actually entered the kitchen. More than likely, it was already too late for her to get away without a full tummy. ********* didn't mind. Not at all. She made her way next to the fridge expectantly, sitting her haunches down to wait like a good kitty.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:51 pm
Hug-bell smiled, "It's no trouble at all!" She giggled as she climbed up on to the step stool after she sat it down, she was being quite as she opened the cake box and took out a butter knife to cut it with.
When she had a nice size piece cut she took a plate from the nearby dish drain and set the cut piece of cake on it. She then took the plate and sat it down on the floor, the cake's frosting had leopard spots in it. "I can't believe we still have birthday cake left. Mom had to put layers in the freezer to keep it from going bad."
She smiled, and sat on the stool near *********. Keeping an ear for her parents getting up. She could always grab a glass and get milk if they did, to distract them.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 12:56 pm
If ********* was a cleaner cat, she might have been concerned with the fact there was frosting on the cake. However, the moment the cake was offered, she dug in, face first. Frosting immediately stuck to her face, leaving a strange blotchy spotty patch on her maw. The frosting itself was piled on heavy, the cat honestly had 3 or 4 bites that were strictly just frosting, but ********* didn't mind.
Cake was delicious, and frosting was yummy! It was a shame her mouth only opened so wide, for it made eating something so delightfully large trickier to eat. It was another time where the guardian wished she had hinged jaws like snakes did.
Despite the fact the cat was forced to take smaller bites, she definitely was doing a good job cleaning her plate. She managed to get halfway through her piece of cake before taking a break. "This is so good!" she purred aloud.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:50 pm
Hug-Bell had to stifle laughing as ********* dug in face first. It was the silliest sight she'd ever seen, the manx was covered in frosting. "You're going to need a bath after this, *********." The child giggled at her.
She watched impressed at the quick work the feline was able to do even if she couldn't eat the cake in bigger pieces it still was getting gone fast. Hug-bell went and got a cup from the dish drain so she could get ********* some milk and drink some herself. "I'm glad you like it."
She was careful pouring the milk so as not to spill it before putting the jug back and fetching a styrofoam bowl for the kitty to drink from. Pouring half of the milk into the bowl Hug-Bell sat back down with the other half. "There's some milk to wash down the cake." She said softly with a nod.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 5:48 pm
The cat licked her maw, getting a decent amount of frosting off of her face, then glanced back to the child at the mention of milk.
"I should be fine without it for now!" With that, the cat resumed her work with the cake. In some aspects, it was almost like watching a normal animal on a video eating the cake, but on fast forward. Eventually all that was left were a few crumbs. The cat sat her haunches down and proceeded to start licking one of her paws. The manx was still a cat, and so she had to bathe herself in a feline fashion. She eventually wiped the paw against her face where the frosting had attempted to mat her fur down.
"I should probably get going after I finish off that milk, okay? To be honest, you should probably change back to normal... kay?"
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 5:59 pm
Hug-Bell nodded, "I understand," she henshined down and checked her wound, "Oh, it looks like the stitches are back." She said surprised.
She looked at ********* watching as she cleaned off her face. Istas giggled, "Aw, okay. You'll come back yes? We can find Scheelite or I can feed you more cake, maybe both." She offered as she sipped on her own milk.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 7:37 pm
"Yes," she said between licks. "Yes to both."
When ********* seemed satisfied with the work she had done in cleaning herself off, she then padded towards the Styrofoam bowl. Much like how she had made the cake vanish, the milk seemed to disappear. One had to wonder if it was possible for a cat to burp from overeating. It would seem like a reasonable thing for a talking cat to do.
"Alright Istas... call up Sailor Iris if you have any plans you need to talk to me about... okay?" The cat rather easily abandoned the bowl and began to pad towards door.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 7:43 pm
Istas smiled, "Goody, I miss seeing you." The child admitted to the manx. She knew she wasn't on the cat's team but to have a friend that's a cat was sometimes easier than dealing with all the senshi.
She nodded softly, "I will, and if I find out anything that might be important I'll call to, okay?" She smiled softly getting up and placing her empty glass on the counter before moving to let the cat out after she'd finished eating.
She giggled at *********, "Maybe next time you won't have to eat so fast, you might get a tummy ache."
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 4:47 pm
In a confident manner, the cat mewed out before scampering out the door "Silly Istas, I don't get tummy aches!"
And with that, the cat was gone into the night.
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