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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 23:10:20 GMT -5
"Good," Tumble said, leaning down to meet Quaxo for a kiss. Out here, in the snow, without the other Jellicles watching, he was much more comfortable being affectionate with his little lover.
Munkustrap bounded ahead of Plato, carrying his own share of their 'catch' and keeping an eye out in front of them. He hissed at a pair of humans that were standing in one of the alleys, one pointing something at another, and darted between their legs, making the one who was pointing curse and the other run. They were in his way!
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 23:32:02 GMT -5
Quaxo returned the kiss, smiling a little. He pet the tom's fur, staring into his eyes. "You're so pretty, Tumble," he said quietly, biting his lip.
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Plato snaked through their legs as well, following Munkustrap quickly. It was frightening, what the human was holding up to the other one... he wanted to get away from it as fast as he could.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 23:37:30 GMT -5
"Not half as beautiful as you," Tumble said, smoothing Quaxo's fur with his paws. "Just look at you! You're so... perfect." He purred as he kissed Quaxo's nose, his cheek, down his jaw and up his chin back to his lips.
"Filthy humans," Munkustrap muttered around the fish as they ran.
Damn cats! the human shouted, pointing his gun toward the retreating tails and firing once.
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Post by [scean] on Apr 28, 2007 23:44:42 GMT -5
"I am not," Quaxo argued. Otherwise, Munkustrap would have chosen me. "Aww, I love you." Quaxo kissed him again, hugging him tightly. "You're adorable."
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Plato let out a cry, the bullet brushing his tail but he was able to dodge it for the most part. He turned, nursing his tail for a moment before bounding after Munkustrap again. He'd fix his tail later.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 28, 2007 23:50:31 GMT -5
Tumble smiled and nuzzled Quaxo's throat, kissing the underside of his chin. "I love you so much..."
Munkustrap turned at the sound of the shot and Plato's cry, his green-gold eyes scanning over the cat for any injury. He faltered when he saw Plato's tail bleeding... but it was just a tail wound. Nothing too serious. They could get out first, nurse injuries later. Still, he waited for Plato to catch up before taking off again, glaring at the human who had tried to hurt them from afar.
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Post by xxelectraxx on Apr 29, 2007 11:07:51 GMT -5
|| Arya, about 2 pages back, you are soooo gooooofy!!! Lol.... Sorry for the randomness.... Catching up when you leave and then there's like 2 more pages when you get back on can be tough....||
Electra strechted... " Sorry, Vicky... It's just that I'm kinda tired... Everybody seems to be having bad dreams... First it was Mr. Munky and then it was the kittens, and then the kittens again...." Electra said, sighing.
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Post by Sonja [Alonzo] on Apr 29, 2007 12:01:15 GMT -5
"It's okay," Victoria replied. "I'm sorry you're having such a bad sleep." She paused. "Maybe you want to get up and just talk to me?" She asked hopefully; she was so bored.
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Post by Arya on Apr 29, 2007 12:31:27 GMT -5
(=) I perfer mentaly challenged.)
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 29, 2007 13:45:58 GMT -5
Munkustrap and Plato returned to the junkyard and to the piano, bringing their food. Munkustrap gave Burelle the fish, as it was the biggest piece (and with nursing the kittens, she'd need the food the most), and brought the steak to Bomba, smiling when he saw she was awake. The sandwich was for the rest of the kittens old enough to eat solid food. "I'll be right back," he told Bomba, giving her ears a brief lick before he went to pull Jelly toward Plato, explaining about his injured tail.
Once Munkustrap was satisfied that Plato was being cared for, he returned to Bomba's side, giving her a nuzzle and a purr.
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Post by Shannon on Apr 29, 2007 14:16:17 GMT -5
Bombalurina had been sleeping for the past few days. Jellylorum had sentenced her to bedrest until the kittens popped out of her. So she had been eating. And eating. And eating. She felt like a large, fat balloon and wasn't shy about telling anyone that.
Jemima had been enlisted to fetch Bomba all the food she could get her paws on. She was also the luckiest kitten in the world-- she got to hear Bombalurina mope about how fat she was getting. Jemmy dug her nose underneath the lid of a trash can, the white snow beating on her back. She grabbed a carton of Chinese takeout and ran back into the piano. "Here," she said, dropping the carton infront of the pregnant queen.
"You're a doll," Bomba said, taking a bite of frozen chow mein. "I shouldn't be eating this. I know. I'll be as fat as Bustopher Jones by the time these kittens come out..."
Jemima just nodded and left, interrupting Bomba in mid-rant. She walked over to a pillow and curled up, hugging a small stuffed mouse close to her. It had been filled with catnip, but was now clean. She had found it a few nights ago when she was hunting down a meal for Bomba. She named it Frog.
Rokkonen stuck his nose out from under a large pot. He had made it his home. He wasn't exactly comfortable around all the other cats. He had hunted down two mice and a large, fat rat, along with a left-over chalupa. He slipped out of his pot and looked around, sneezing as a snowflake flew into his nose. He looked around the snow-filled junkyard, trying to sense a rat or mouse... or a large piece of sausage pizza.
Bombalurina licked Munk's ear. "How was your little adventure?" she asked.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 29, 2007 14:28:48 GMT -5
"Successful," Munkustrap said, nuzzling his cold nose into Bomba's fur. "But Plato got injured. Luckily, it's just a tail wound, and isn't too serious." He draped his tail over hers and closed his eyes, moderately content to just be here again, next to her, and away from Quaxo. He had noticed a lack of tuxedo tom and his new patched lover when he had returned, and was relieved that he wouldn't have to deal with Quaxo's moodiness at the moment. "How are you feeling?" He slid one paw down to rest it on Bomba's stomach.
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Post by Shannon on Apr 29, 2007 14:51:08 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Bomba answered. "I'm just always tired and hungry." She sighed. "Sometimes I just want to take my stomach and rip it out. I could feel... normal again. But that won't happen anytime soon." She rubbed her shoulder. "I have all these backpains now! Uggh. Be happy you can't get pregnant, Munk. I feel like a ten-thousand pound ball of fur and fat." She laughed. "Sorry you have to hear all that."
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 29, 2007 14:57:48 GMT -5
"Don't rip out your stomach," Munkustrap said, glancing up at Bomba and remembering his earlier dream only a bit too vividly. "Here... roll onto your other side." He nudged her, turning her back to him so he could begin to massage it. "You don't look like a ten-thousand pound ball of fur and fat. You're beautiful."
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Post by Shannon on Apr 29, 2007 15:01:17 GMT -5
Rokkonen emerged from a fallen trash can, a piece of pepperoni pizza in his mouth. He settled down to eat, knowing perfectly well if anyone caught him, he'd be forced to share. He had been used to being alone, and he wasn't keen to the idea of passing along his food to the next whining cat. He had never understood that rule, even when he was a kitten in the tribe. "Why do we always have to share what we catch?" he had asked his father. His father had replied, "That's the way it is." When Rocky had asked why, his father had told him to quiet down and go to sleep. When Rokkonen asked why he wouldn't tell him, his father Jeorge said, "Because you ask these questions when it's time for you to sleep!"
Bomba rolled her eyes, but couldn't keep from smiling. "Ahh..." she breathed as she felt Munkustrap's paws massage her back. "That feels so good..."
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 29, 2007 15:06:36 GMT -5
Munkustrap purred and nuzzled the back of Bomba's head as he continued to rub her back. "I love you," he murmured. This was how Bomba was supposed to be, alive and well and purring, not screaming and bloody beneath Quaxo's paws.
After massaging Bomba for a few minutes, Munkustrap nuzzled one of her ears. "Hey. Has Quaxo talked to you recently?" he asked quietly.
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