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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:56 pm
Jett was eating fast food. Again.
Not even because he was hungry, but because he’d gotten so in the habit of it that he didn’t know what he was supposed to do without his daily dose of fries and burger fat. It was too close to the middle of the day to want or need coffee, but Jett wasn’t going to deny himself some fast food.
He’d already decided that today was an errand day, a homework day, and then a relaxation day. He had intent to collect energy later tonight, though up until now he’d had a rather tame day.
Clouds had been hanging low in the sky for a while now, so naturally he made it a challenge to run out and see if he could everything done before it started to rain.
So far, so good.
He’d checked out some books from the library, picked up a few ingredients for dinner that night, and then made his fast food run. His bag full of books and ingredients was slung over one shoulder and he plucked French fries out of his bag as he walked, not really in an obvious hurry, though also not wasting too much time outside in case the sky decided to split open and start to pour. The rumbling thunder in the distance was clue enough to how long he had, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to move any faster.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:04 pm
Bifröst was out exploring. She was still getting used to her kitty body and all the, ah, wantings of it. In fact, on more than one occasion tonight she'd been so focused on pieces of strings on peoples clothing, she'd walked into four trashcans, off a curb, and into a wheelchair. It was not her day.
And it was going to rain. Her fur could feel it.
She was not okay with this.
She was stalking after a mouse when she smelled it. The most amazing smell ever. The smell of french fries. Of human food. The kitty jumped at the chance and stalked after the source of the smell. She came up behind Jett, though from her level she couldn't see it was him. She wiggled her butt and jumped around him, looking at the bag of french fries.
They smelled so good....
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:27 pm
Immediately noticing movement out of the corner of his eye, Jett’s first instinct was to assume some midget had been stupid enough to decide to try and rob him. On closer inspection, he found it was just a mangy little cat, probably feral and half rabid, at the very least.
Naturally that would explain its hyperactive, friendly behavior.
He considered nudging the little creature with his foot, though didn’t want to give it the opportunity to, say, claw it’s way up his leg and tear out his jugular—like all cute little kitties were secretly craving to do.
He was holding a small handful of fries when he’d frozen to look at the cat. Slowly he lowered the salted cholesterol-packed foods to better observe the fluffy little creature.
Perhaps it was against his better judgment—because, he certainly didn’t want to share the fries—that he lowered his hand a bit more and tossed a few of the fries, sprinkling them around the cat before he moved to take a step away from it. He wanted to make sure it fell for the bait before he turned and opened up his back to this clearly murderous beast.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 12:01 pm
Yes he was throwing it down at her! Yes! Bifröst gobbled down the fries, disregarding the warnings her tummy seemed to scream at her that this wasn't going stay down. There was food! That was all that mattered.
And then he walked away.
Well that wasn't going to do.
"Meow!" she said, trotting after him, looking up at him. It was then she noticed it was Jett and she walked a little faster, brushing her head against his leg. He was a friend, and she was going to make sure that he knew she was a friend to.
Even if it did mean she was shedding all over his leg.
Also, more fries pleaseandthankyou.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 2:08 pm
Jett was absolutely not a cat person. Cats were sneaky, sadistic, and full of themselves, only came around when they wanted something, and were noisy and obnoxious. Not like dogs. Jett liked dogs. Warmhearted, friendly, easy to read, trustworthy…
If Bifröst had been a dog, Jett might have just been so charmed that he’d have taken her home and lavished her with food and treats. As she was acting now, he questioned nudging her with his foot to all out kicking her, and though Jett was inclined to pick on certain individuals that were just asking for it, he wasn’t the sort to just traumatize some poor animal for the fun of it.
Animals, Jett usually liked. Animals weren’t as smart as people, didn’t have their own little agendas, their secret motives. And they couldn’t lie to you or stab you in the back—Jett really liked that.
The cat in front of him seemed tame—well behaved, at the very least, so he assumed she’d had a fair amount of contact with people. She wasn’t mangy enough to look like a stray, so he hesitated and then knelt down in front of her, trying to find a collar or something.
He didn’t want to share his fries, but on the off chance that this cat did have rabies, he wasn’t going to tempt it to nibble on his finger while he was trying to help. He drizzled a few more fries onto the ground in front of him to distract the creature from such an idea.
“Look, cat,” he said, holding no delusions that the thing would understand him. “…If you ran away from home, go home before something bad happens to you. My favorite Chinese place is just a few blocks away, I’m sure they’d love to have you wandering around looking for scraps,” he said, tilting his head to see if she was wearing a collar. When she didn’t have one, he briefly questioned taking her to the pound—but that was just too much effort and it was late enough already. He’d rather just drop some fries to make sure the cat didn’t starve and head home without a guilty conscience.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 1:54 am
Food food food food mmm food food food.
Bifröst ignored most of what Jett was saying. She was starving and the fries were so good and OH HE THREW MORE AT HER! Omnomnomnom went her brain and she ate them up rather quickly. She wasn't going to let them go to waste after all. Her tiny tail wiggled, her butt wiggling more and she stepped close to him. She jumped up onto his legs and nuzzled his cheek. It was a, 'thank you for the meal' kind of jesture and not at all threatening.
And, well yes, she'd run away from home. But only because her grandmother really couldn't take a talking cat. And her parents were out of the question... mm he was warm...
The kitty sat down on his leg and nuzzled his chest... waist section, before putting her head down and making to close her eyes.
Mmm... he was warm and he'd fed her.
Nap time!
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:07 pm
Jett stared at the cat that had decided he suddenly looked like a good place to take a nap, ridiculously floored at the forwardness of this creature. Weren’t cats supposed to be—?
…You know what? Who cared.
He was doing all right to balance himself in the crouching position, though really didn’t know what to do with the cat. He wanted to go home, take a shower—eat, first. He watched the cat for a moment and then slid his hand back into the bag, quietly nibbling on the rest of his fries before he crumbled up the paper bag and shoved it into a pocket. His hands hovered over the cat, and he considered picking it up and placing it on the ground, though it seemed like a friendly little b*****d and he wasn’t sure that it could even survive a night out here alone against all the big, bad alley cats and Chinese chefs just waiting for a pretty little thing like her to stumble onto their doorstep.
She had to be some sort of escaped house pet for as friendly as she was, so Jett wasn’t all that worried about her deciding to bite out his jugular while he wasn’t looking, particularly because she seemed to be full and tired, now.
…And it was getting darker, and the wind was picking up, and thunder was still rolling.
And this poor, lonely, sleeping little cat was preventing Jett from getting home.
Fuuuuuuuck.
Jett carefully raked his fingers through the cat’s fur as he pet her—secretly checking for fleas, of course—brushing from the top of her head down her spine while pondering what, exactly, he wanted to do with this little beast, noting offhandedly to it, “You can’t just…sleep there…”
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 1:28 am
She purred at his petting, ears sliding back in enjoyment. Ahhh his fingers were so nice in her fur... Mmm so nice... Her tail flicked slowly and curled around his thigh. Bifröst yawned and shifted ever so slightly before putting her head down again.
Mmm she was at peace. Now if only he could give her a place to stay until the rains ended, then she could go on her marry way.
There was a faint gurgling in her stomach.
She ignored it.
Sleep was much more important. As was his warmth.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 12:25 pm
A low grumble of irritation rumbled from Jett's throat, but he didn't push the cat off or demand it begone. He combed his fingers through her fur for a few second longer before he decided that
The cat was trying to sleep on him. He was trying to get home. If he pushed the cat off and started walking away, he might make it home before it rained--unless the cat decided it wanted to nibble on his ankles while seeking revenge.
Which would only really be a problem if the cat somehow managed to bite through his Achilles tendon. Still, it was a friendly cat--and it was going to rain. And, Karma said if he did something nice now, he got something nice in return.
With this logic, it made sense that he could maybe handle bringing the cat back to his place to let it rest so it was out of the rain and away from crazy killer dogs. He could always kick her out in the morning if she got to be too annoying, and it didn't seem like too much trouble to keep a window or something open so she could head out whenever she wanted.
Very carefully he moved the cat, scooping her up into his arms. He held her to his chest to make sure she wouldn't fall, though kept a very close eye on her to make sure she hadn't changed her mind and decided to go for his jugular. He stood, carefully, lips pursed slightly in thought as he watched her.
Even with the thunder booming, Jett could have sworn he'd heard some odd gurgle from her stomach and hoped that wasn't the sound of a cat about to regurgitate all over him. That was not how a good deed was supposed to end.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:50 am
She felt rather at piece in his arms and nuzzled him with her nose. Mm he was so warm, so warm...
Her stomach gurgled again.
Suddenly the motion of his walking did not sit well with her tummy. The cat's eyes widened and she fought to keep the food in her stomach down.
There was really no way it was going to stay. She started to cough, or was it hack, really. Almost like she had a furball. Except what was trying to evict itself from her tummy was not balled up fur.
Oh no.
And Jett's sleeve was going to be the respient of the foulness if she couldn't get her head up and over... just a little... more... Lilac eyes found the side walk as her stomach heaved and suddenly everything came tumbling out of it.
Granted she'd aimed for the ground and that's what counted right? If he walked into it... that was his own fault.
Once her stomach was evicted of all foul french fry, the cat licked her paw, rubbed her jowls and curled up back in his arms, feeling oh so much better.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 4:55 pm
What an absolute waste. When the cat had started hacking, he had frozen, not sure if she was possessed or just being weird. He had been tempted to just drop the cat, though had—against his better judgment—decided to give it a second and make sure it was okay.
Figures the cat would not only waste the most delicious treat in the world, but would also return his kindness by regurgitating them onto him.
He was fortunate in that the vomit missed his pants—just nearly—but his shoes were not to receive the same luck. Jett stared at the mashed fries on his previously immaculately cleaned boots and then slowly looked at the cat. She seemed content to sleep in his arms, as if nothing had happened.
…God, Jett hated cats. A dog would have at least given an apologetic look or, ignoring how disgusting it was, cleaned up the mess. He didn’t know what to do with this bratty feline but suspected that now that her stomach was empty, at least she wouldn’t be able to vomit on him again. He kicked his shoe a bit, trying to dislodge the meal he’d provided her, and then grumpily continued walking towards his house.
Karma had better pay him back for this.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 5:08 pm
She out over his arm for a while, just watching the scenery go by. "Sorry I puked on you... I guess kitty tummies don't like french fries..." she said before she'd realized she'd spoken. The kitty blinked and glanced back at him. hoping he hadn't heard her or ignored it.
Jett couldn't have anything to do with her world anyway. He was just... Jett. A hard boy to understand who was obsessed with Raven and didn't really like people. There was no way he ran around in a skirt, tights, or a military outfit.
Her tail flicked around his arm, and she continued to look at the world from his arms.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 5:34 pm
Jett’s lip curled curiously as he glanced down at her, nose wrinkling. It was obvious that he assumed he had imagined her talking, though if there was one thing Jett would never doubt, it was himself. He lifted the cat up a bit, holding her at eye level, and then spoke in a cool, slightly annoyed tone, “If you’re smart enough to talk, you’d think you’d be smart enough to give me a little warning before purging yourself all over me, yeah?”
A part of him felt like throttling the cat—shaking some sense into it—but at present state, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was dealing with. He had been made aware of cats that could talk, but that neither meant he trusted them nor wanted to associate with them. Especially not if they couldn’t keep their stomach down.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:39 pm
Her ears flicked and she gave an expression of sheepish embarrassment. "Yeah... I would have... but, Grandmother didn't take well to me talking to her... and I wasn't sure you'd be okay with ti... and I really didn't know I'd puke! It just sorta happened. If it happens again I'll give you warning," she said, bobbing his nose with one of her paws.
"Hopefully I won't be a cat much longer, actually. I don't like being so close to the ground." The comment was made off handedly with a shrug of her kitty shoulders and she gave him a smile. "So you shouldn't have to worry much longer about me puking on your shoes."
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:18 pm
“Greeeeeeeat,” Jett drawled, still not sure what the make of the cat. She was smart enough to hold a conversation, had a grandmother and…
Wait, something was a little out of place there. He gave her another look and asked, “You ‘won’t be a cat for much longer’?” he prompted, one brow arching. “…What, are you a cat that wants to be human, or…”
His frown deepened a bit. “…Are you a cat that wasn’t always a cat?”
Cats don’t have grandmothers. He didn’t know if Guardian cats could, but the thought seemed as unlikely. But that she wouldn’t know what her stomach was sensitive to? How do you live your life not knowing what you can and can’t eat? The whole thing was bugging him, and if more weird s**t was going on around this place, he wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to make of it. Hadn’t the Surrounding been enough?
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