Two by Kalypso and one by Danni.
Title: A Very Tiny Tail
Author: Kalypso
Summary: the addition of another pathetic life form . . .
Ratings: very G
Archives: Early Years if they want it. Others please ask.
Discaimer: they're George's. 'Nuff said.
Warnings: At this rate, the heading is going to be longer than the piece.
Dedication: to Dylan, a.k.a. the little one with the ferocious purr.
"Obi-Wan, I think perhaps we might get a kitten."
*sigh* "Where is it, Master?"
"In my room."
"Can I see it?"
*sound of door opening and scampering feet*
"Master, she's adorable! Where did you find her?"
"I found her wandering around the entrance of the Temple. I thought about taking her to the animal garden but she just looked at me with those big green eyes . . ."
"Look at her ears! They're just like Yoda's!"
"Very funny, Padawan."
*sound of purring*
"This is the first pathetic lifeform you've picked up that I actually like."
"In that case, we will keep the litterbox in your room, Padawan."
"Master!"
The End
Title: Another Tiny Tail
Author: Kalypso
Summary: An early morning surprise by a pathetic life form . . .
Ratings: PG? There is one supposedly-humorously-used swear word.
Archives: Early Years if they want it. Others please ask, but don’t worry,
I'm easy.
Disclaimer: Umm, my own original characters are considerably more round than
George’s, so these are evidently not mine. . . thanks for giving us so much
room in the sandbox to play, Mr. Lucas. Hurry up with that next movie!
Warnings: Nothing, other than the one supposedly-humorously-used swear word.
Plus the supposed humor in the story in general . . .
Notes: Thanks to MH for the grammar-beta. Thanks to a certain kitty for the
inspiration.
*Chrono on the wall: 5:30 AM*
*Sound of dreadful hurking. Obi-Wan blearily looks over to see their new kitten in the process of throwing up. He sits up in bed*
"What is that? . . . NoOOOoooOOOoo! Not my datapad with the project that shows how Astrophysics is directly linked with how Jedi use the Force! NooOOOooOOooOOooOo! Master!"
*time delay*
*grumpy voice* "What is it, Padawan? I thought you were being attacked by the droid armies of the Trade Federation, at least. You haven’t screamed so loudly since the princess of D’Alla 4 kissed you and one of her tentacles hit you in the eye . . . the bacta treatment didn’t take THAT long . . ."
"Look at that! What do you think that is?!?"
"That looks like chunky orange . . . kitten puke, Padawan."
"I told you not to feed her slices of Dantoine blood oranges!"
"But she looked so cute begging, I just couldn’t say no . . . and Padawan, you know you are not suppose to yell at your master. Especially when it’s 5 am and he hasn’t had a chance to have his pops, let alone his morning brew of succulent, rich, full-bodied Alderanian coffee . . . " *gotta have my pops*
"But she puked all over the project I spent four months writing! And you spent at least twelve hours editing!"
"If you could learn how to properly use punctuation, Padawan, it wouldn’t have taken so many hours. You still don’t know what an intransitive verbs is."
*mutter* "And you just ended a sentence with ‘is’."
"I believe some serenity mediations are in order, Padawan, right after you clean up your datapad and carpet. I was planning on helping, but not after you began yelling at me."
"But Master, I just lost my research project! It’s due today!"
"Didn’t you back it up?"
*Squirming. Reluctant, quiet voice:* "No." "What was that?"
"No Master, I did not back my files up."
"Well, you are luck, Obi-Wan, because I did. That’s why I’m the Master. And people say you’re the one in touch with the Unifying Force . . ." *mumbles* "see the future, my ass."
*Obi-Wan’s face brightens* "Thank you Master!"
"You’re welcome, Padawan." *turns to leave*
"Umm, Master?"
"Yes, Obi-Wan?"
"I’m sorry for yelling at you. That was very wrong of me."
"You are forgiven, Padawan, but you will regret it if this ever happens again."
"One last thing."
"What?"
"I thought you preferred dreamy, vibrant Correlian roast?"
"Well, Padawan, I did until I heard the atrocities inflicted on the workers who harvest the beans, so I’m boycotting. That’s a story for later, though Padawan—right now, you have some kitty puke staining your carpet."
"Ewww. Just looking at it makes me want to hurl."
"Think of it as a lesson in parenting, Obi-Wan."
The End
Title: A Kink In The Tail
Author: Danni (happily playing in kalypso's sandpit)
The Inspiration:
One of my cats brought in the type of moth that makes you stop and check that it isn't really a fairy, the wingspan was around 20cms...just what you want to have to evict before going to bed!
An-Paj is Jane Jinn's, I think Simeon Cates is Jemmiah's.
Obi-Wan hovered in the dining hall trying to find somebody, *anybody* who'd look after that sith cat of Qui-Gon's; they had to leave in an hour and he was absolutely desperate.
He looked around and mentally ticked off the people he saw:
Mace's best robes would never be the same again.
Adi Gallia’s spare headdress had been stalked and killed.
Bant - he shuddered, Bant and cats did not mix, he wasn't sure just who was more relieved to see the back of whom...
Master Tavaris would do at a pinch - he liked animals, though he did tend to prefer large ones and had accidentally stepped on the benighted sith kitty quite a number of times, besides.. his stay at the Temple was often more fleeting even that Qui-Gon’s.
Simeon Cates had nearly killed the cat under the impression that alcohol was a good cure for everything, even hairballs.
Poor Reeft had been presented with a gigantic moth in the dead of the night and still wasn't speaking to him.
An-Paj...now.. there was a possibility..he owed An-Paj a lot, a lot of torture and anguish, but getting the man to do him a favour was going to take a quite a deal of planning and time he just didn’t have right now.
He'd have to get poor Kalypso again; that bat hadn't done *too* much damage, and he'd managed to replace her specially woven meditation mat .. he could probably bribe her, though her kind heart was hardening rapidly -- but this time it was definitely coming from his master’s savings!
The End
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