After Kitten Troubles.
Aunt Family have a landing page here.
The mother cat wouldn’t stop meowing, but neither would she get close enough to Radar to take her kitten back. The kitten, having spoken once, was going back to upset mewling. And Radar looked immensely lost.
“You’ve never fathered a speaking cat before?”
“Never.”
“In all of your unspoken years?”
“Not once. Not until her.”
“Mirrowl.”
“Mirrow-ow-ow-owl.”
Beryl picked up the momma cat, mindful that, as with all cats, she could consist entirely of sharp ends should she wish. “Can you talk to her?”
“She won’t listen to me. She might listen to you.”
“You’re the cat.”
“You’re the Aunt.” He coughed, somehow. “Err. -in-training.”
“Yeah.” She counted that as worry-about-later and looked down at the distressed momma cat now squirming in her lap. “Okay. Radar, put the kitten down on the bed. Kitten, stay on the bed. Talk to your momma. Momma cat, your baby is fine. Weird, but fine.”
She set the cat down carefully, and stroked her behind the ears, thinking soothing thoughts. “Weird but fine. I’m afraid if you’re going to be a mother in this family, you’re going to have to learn to get used to that. Does she have other daughters, at least, Radar?”
“She has other kittens.” Radar set the kitten down carefully, and backed off a few paces. The mother cat went from cautious purring to growling until he backed off more, almost to the edge of the bed. “My daughter is not a Auntie, girl. She is…” He made a very cat noise, a very uncertain noise. “Impossible. But not an Auntie.”
She looked between the momma cat, the kitten, and her magic cat, all three pictures of feline distress, and wondered what she was supposed to do with this.
::You have to wonder,:: the necklace mused, ::why the idea of her being an Aunt bothered him so much.::
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Oh goodness. This is going to be interesting.
*grin* I hope so!
All cats can talk. Just most speak human with an accent.
/smile/ true.
And sometimes speak loudly and very emotionally. (Parent’s cat has been saying alot of, “MEEEEEEE!-OOOOW!”)
It’s taking Theo and Oli a while to learn “meow.” They were mostly saying “squeak” before that.
For quite a few years parent’s cat used to sit by the window and chirp to the birds. It wasn’t quite a bird chirp, but definitely not a squeak, and certainly not a meow. Boggled us when we first noticed.
Mine have done that – not all of them, but Abadiah did, and Drake did.
Dear Radar, This might not be a bad time to say a little bit about how you came to be what you are, and/or why that does not apply to your “impossible” daughter. Also, who are you addressing as “girl” in the second-to-last paragraph? Beryl? The black cat? The talking kitten? Beryl’s probably not ready to be promoted to Aunt yet, though at this rate, she’ll be more ready than many. I wonder if she might do well to consult Eva on this one. With vast curiosity,
*grins* but if Radar told about his creation, I’d have to figure it out!
I imagine that Madame the author will need to figure that out eventually? You could tell us about prophetic storytelling and archetypes for a bit instead while you think about it. Or about Beryl’s human boys. Or Robby and Eva. Or …
Or finishing Rin & Girey? ;-D
Hey, I was trying to stay in the same ‘verse. If you want to open up more cans of worms …
*giggle*
And that was as awesome as I thought it would be. I definitely want more. And now I think the cat have Aunts… Does the kitten have a name?