Four Days since the Ball

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((Characters: Munkustrap, Munkustrap's human, Quaxo

Thread Summary: Munkustrap wakes up early to make sure his human disposes of the Pollicle properly. Quaxo comes around as well to meet the human and earns the name Betty. Then they go back to bed.))


Around nine in the morning, Munkustrap woke up and eased himself out of Quaxo's embrace, trying not to wake the smaller cat. His human should be making his own rounds through the junkyard about this time, and Munkustrap wanted to make sure the Pollicle was found and disposed of properly. He could return to his bed afterward.

As he picked his way over the piles of trash, Munkustrap's ears perked up, catching the sound of the human's voice.

What in blue blazes is this... ugh! It smells nasty!

Munkustrap allowed a smug smile to curve his lips. Step one, human finds the Pollicle. Check.

He sat on the edge of a table, washing his paw and watching as the human pulled the sheet back, holding its nose.

Bloody hell, it's a dog! A dead dog!

The human leaned closer, looking at the wounds on the dog's neck and back.

Munkustrap washed his claws, purring satisfactorily.

The human turned to stare at Munkustrap with wide eyes, then back at the sheet with its weighted corners. Tiger! You didn't... did you?

Munkustrap switched to the claws on his other front paw.

Scratching its head, the human dropped the sheet over the dog. Nah... you're just a cat. Bloody smart cat, but not that smart. It came over and patted Munkustrap's head.

Munkustrap stopped purring but continued to smile smugly.

I probably should get rid of this thing... don't want you trying to eat it and make yourself sick.

Step two. Get human to remove Pollicle. Check.

Munkustrap rose to his feet and jumped off the table, disappearing back into the rubbish with a flick of his tail. Who said humans were completely worthless? Not him...

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Quaxo was already half-awake when Munkustrap pulled himself from his arms. His eyes fluttered open and he rubbed at his nose gently, yawning quietly as he flicked his ears.

The tom crawled out of Munkustrap's den and glanced around, stretching again and smiling a little when he saw his friend. Misto made his way toward him and took his hand, nuzzling him gently. "What are you doing up so early, Munkus?" he asked quietly, lifting his hand and stroking Munkustrap's cheek softly.

Quaxo glanced over, spotting the human. "There's a human here?" he asked quietly, leaning against Munkustrap's chest and kissing his cheek softly. "Is he your human, Munkustrap?"

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"Somewhat," Munkustrap said, looking back at the junkyard overseer. "We have an understanding. I was just making sure he found the Pollicle and got rid of it before the kittens saw it." He returned Quaxo's nuzzles. "He has the human equivalent of my job, even though there are no other humans here. He does a pretty good job keeping most of the nastier things out during the day, though."

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"I wanna meet him!" Quaxo giggled quietly, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his lips and turning toward where the human stood. "Can I meet him, Munky?" He turned his head back toward Munkustrap and flicked his tail a little, one white paw lifted off of the ground. "If my Munky likes him, I'm sure he's a good human."

Quaxo bounded off, practically wrapping himself around the human's legs. He purred loudly, snaking through the human's legs and licking his lips slowly.

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Munkustrap watched Quaxo go with a roll of his eyes, jumping up onto the table to watch over this meeting between human and cat.

What the... The human jumped back a step when Quaxo brushed against him, nearly stepping on the little black cat but managing to catch himself. He looked over at Munkustrap standing sentinel and then crouched down, holding out his hand for Quaxo to smell. Hey, kitty, kitty, kitty. You're a pretty cat.

Munkustrap rolled his eyes again, lying down on the table top. Quaxo could charm anyone without even trying. He was just as charismatic as his father.

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Quaxo didn't sniff at his hand. He pressed his tiny head against the human's hand, purring still. He turned his head and licked the human's hand with his little tongue, the roughness of the hand to the roughness of his tongue feeling nice. Quaxo looked over to Munkustrap and smiled, nuzzling the human's hand again.

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The human's ruddy face broke out in a wide grin at Quaxo's friendliness, and he stroked the black fur, from Quaxo's ears to the base of his tail. Such a friendly little thing! He looked up at Munkustrap. Is she your lady friend, Tiger?

Munkustrap laughed, still watching the pair. "He likes you, Quaxo."

The human, meanwhile, had reached out to check Quaxo for a collar. When he found none, he shook his head and clucked his tongue. You really should have a collar, kitty, or else the cat-catchers could come and take you away, and then Tiger would be sad.

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Quaxo giggled quietly and leaned up on his hind legs, placing his front paws on the human's arm and mewing cutely.

"I can see that, Munky." he said quietly to his friend, grinning at him, then the human. He nuzzled the human's arm and licked his hand again, repeatedly. "Munkus, is this where you got your collar?" he asked, turning his head toward the other.

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The human continued to pet Quaxo, then carefully wrapped his arms around the cat, lifting him off the ground. My missus would like you, that's for sure.

"Don't call me that," Munkustrap said, but he nodded. "Yes, this human gave me the collar." He rose to his feet when the human picked up Quaxo, watching him intently. Any sign of the human trying to injure or kidnap Quaxo, and Munkustrap would be on him in an instant, regardless of the understanding between them.

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Quaxo looked over to Munkustrap, whining a little. He looked back up to the human, frightened for a moment but calming down. So far, he hadn't been hurt, so why should now be any different? Quaxo put his paws on the human's arm again and squirmed a little, nuzzling him gently.

He looked down to Munkustrap. "Maybe he'll give me a collar, too, Munky." he said, completely disregarding the statement before.

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Shh, it's okay. The human continued to pet Quaxo, making soothing noises. I ain't gonna hurt you. He took a few steps closer to the table Munkustrap stood on. Munkustrap held his ground, even as the human sat next to him, still cradling Quaxo in his arms.

Munkustrap took a few cautious steps toward the human, reaching out to touch his nose against Quaxo's, now that the two were on a fairly even level. "Maybe he will. And don't call me Munky!"

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Quaxo leaned over and nuzzled Munkustrap's face, licking his cheek softly and smiling. "I can if I want to." he whispered, licking his cheek again and leaning back to the human. He looked up to the human and licked his lips softly, purring quietly as he looked back over to Munkustrap.

"I love you, Munky." he whispered, blowing him a little kiss.

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Munkustrap smiled as he sat back. "I know."

The human freed one hand to rub Munkustrap's ears. You got a beautiful lady, Tiger, just like my own missus. I think I'll call her Betty, after my Elizabeth. He scratched under Quaxo's chin. How about it, Betty?

Munkustrap snickered. He might not have been the most knowledgable cat when it came to human naming conventions, but he was pretty sure Quaxo had just been given a queen's name.

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Quaxo purred louder at his chin being scratched; he'd always loved that. When Munkustrap laughed, he turned his head quickly and frowned. "What are you laughing about, Munk?" he asked, pouting a little and jumping from the human's arms onto the table. He sat beside Munkustrap, wrapping his tail around the older cat. The way he was sitting, his entire underside [genitals and all] were revealed to the human. He had no idea he'd been given a queen's name.

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"He thinks you're a queen," Munkustrap replied. "He just named you Betty, after his own queen."

The human was looking rather confusedly at Quaxo. Wait... you look like a boy cat... is Betty your son, Tiger? The human laughed. Well, I guess I can't call you Betty anymore!