[fanfic] Fuzzy minds

"Mrreeeowww!!!"
Gee, that cat's pissed off. I wonder where he is . . . sounds like he's
behind the water cooler. Oh my . . . you're a wretched sight. What
happened to your fur? It looks like someone covered you in maple syrup
followed with crushed cereal.
"C'mere, I'll clean you up."
OUCH!
"Hey! That wasn't very nice! I was only trying to help you, Coba!"
"Mrrrrrrrrrgggrrssssssss!"
Definitely not a happy cat. Well, I'll let him sulk a bit while I get the
sink ready to bathe him with. Now, what to use to get that stuff out . . .
ah-ha! The orange stuff, followed up by a herbal shampoo should do fine.
Uh-oh. He's still hissing. Maybe a kitty treat would be good? Now, where
did I put them . . . . Here we go, lay a little trail out into the open.
Better put on my thick shirt and gloves while I wait. There we go, he's
eating the munchies. Gotta wait until he's far enough out into the open . . .
"GROWR!!"
Whoo! He's furious! Better snap the leads on before . . . he . . . gets
loose! There! He can still claw me, but hey, at least now he can't escape
being cleaned up. Apply some orange stuff directly to his back . . . rub
it in. Yeowch! Note to self: buy some industrial rubber gloves if ever
going to repeat this. Wait a minute, he's calming down.
"Finally figured out what I was trying to do, hmm?"
What an imperious little lord! Such a disdainful look. Heehee. I know I'm
smiling at him, but I can't help it. A quick rinse to make sure none of
the orange stuff is left, or any of the syrup . . . there we go! Now for
the herbal shampoo . . . better leave his head alone, that's just asking
for trouble. Rub, rub, rub, make a nice lather . . .awww, he's purring!
Must have been a long time since he's gotten a good rubdown. Another
rinse to get the shampoo off, then take the plug out of the drain.
"Now, are you going to run off if I unsnap you, or are you going to stay
and let me help you get dry?"
Ok, that look wasn't any help. Well, might as well unsnap him. If he runs
off, it's his own fault. He seems to be staying . . . better grab the
towel before he gets impatient. Wrap him in the towel to move him to the
counter. He's squirming, probably doesn't like it. Ok, on the counter,
start rubbing him dry. He's purring again. While he may be obnoxious, he
can be rather cute. Let's see how he likes the hairdryer, make sure it's
set to low . . . he likes it! Mostly because it's warm, I bet.
"Ok, you're all dry now!"
Put the dryer away, then clean up the- hello! Ah, so you're a shoulder
cat, eh? I wonder, do you like ear rubs? Yup. Such a handsome boy, a
pity you're Haggars cat.
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[fanfic] Cute 'n' Fuzzy


"What is that thing in your lap?"
"He is not a thing, Cossack, he's a cat. This is Coba."
Cossack scowled at me and the cat in my lap, leaning against the doorway to
my room. We glowered right back. I continued scratching Coba behind his
ears.
"I thought he was a dingy blue-grey."
Cossack snarled.
"What, jealous, Cossack?"
" . . . "
He turned away from me, blushing slightly.
"Yes."
Ok, I didn't expect that. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye,
then began grinning.
"What are you smiling about?"
"You're blushing."
"Am not!"
"You are."
He walked into the room, still grinning. Coba hissed at him.
"I -calm down Coba- am not!"
Giving me an indignant glare, Coba jumped out of my arms and darted out of
my room. I glared at Cossack.
"You made him leave!"
"Who cares?"
"I do!"
"Why? He's the most obnoxious beast ever found around Haggar-"
"Besides Zarcon. I know. But . . ."
I had no idea how to put it in words. Cossack scowled at me, then he
shrugged, and sat next to me on my
couch/plump-cushy-thing-I-like-to-nest-on. I sat, thinking, for a while.
" . . . I guess he'd not had any kindness at all for a long time. Poor
Coba."
I noticed my hand was stroking up and down Cossack's thigh. Blushing, I
tried to pulled my hand away, only to have his own hand stop me.
"Oh, don't stop. I like that."
"I know . . . I can see that."
And man, could I ever.
"You haven't gotten any in a long time, haven't you?"
"Because of you."
"I-I meant before I showed up h-here."
Good grief, am I stuttering from embarressment? He pulled back, looking
embarresed as well. Oh what the heck. The look of surprise on his face as
I pin him to the couch is very cute. And then he grinned, wrapping his
arms loosely around my waist.
"Dominating, aren't you?"
"And very possesive, Cossack. What's mine is mine. And bedding you would
make you mine."
He blinked at the seriousness in my voice, then again as what I said sinks
in. I continue before he can speak.
"I can not, and will not, you sleeping around on me. My body and heart are
too well entwined for me to not demand that of you. It is also why I keep
turning down Prince Lotor, no matter how much I love the man."
I leaned back, letting him sit up. He looked at me thoughtfully, his hands
still on my waist. Still nervous, I continued.
"I know most of what you try on the scribes is just teasing, and I can
accept that. But if you actually bedded someone else, I most likely would
. . . I have quite a temper."
"I know. I remember the first time we met."
A smile grew into a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pulled me
down to him.
"I think I'll take that risk."
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Sarah and Cossack, lying on the bed...
How easily by their hearts they are led...
Oh when will those special words be said...
It's good to be live by the heart instead of by the head.
Yeah, I know. Someone get the violins!
gpo
(hee hee hee)

You're an evil, evil woman. ;-)
~Doctor Sarah