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closed | a purrdicament of a catastrophic nature
WHO: yuri & yukine
WHERE: at the cat shelter
WHEN: during the week of being extraordinarily tiny
WHAT: in which two teen boys with very level temperaments and good judgment skills wrangle cats when proportionally smaller than said feline miscreants.
WARNINGS: there will be cursing.
( There comes a time in every person's life where they face down something much larger than themselves, grit their teeth, square their shoulders, hold up their hands, and say: )
Here, kitty kitty kitty.
( Or perhaps that is not a moment everyone has. It's a moment Yuri is currently experiencing, while a kitten that still manages to loom over him turns her face his way, tail wiggling, whole body swaying side to side as she redirects herself and comes barreling his way, only to slow to a stop and reach out cautiously with one paw. She's not supremely young, at six months, but she's got all the sprightly energy of the young, innocent, and less coordinated predators that melwed from a nearby crate.
A paw Yuri catches in his hands, bracing himself as he does so. Claws extend and flex on either side of his arm. He chooses not to blink. (Refuses. He loves cats, but having a tabby feel like a tiger due to size issues was not his idea of a Good Day.) )
You need to go back in the crate.
( The question, of course, being how. He turns his head to shout at one of the other volunteers: not out of any need to shout, really, but because this is way more than he wanted to handle on one of his few days with anything like "free" time. So much for a nice afternoon of volunteering and getting community credit for it. Eesh... )
Hey, you! Is the lock open on the lower crate?
WHERE: at the cat shelter
WHEN: during the week of being extraordinarily tiny
WHAT: in which two teen boys with very level temperaments and good judgment skills wrangle cats when proportionally smaller than said feline miscreants.
WARNINGS: there will be cursing.
( There comes a time in every person's life where they face down something much larger than themselves, grit their teeth, square their shoulders, hold up their hands, and say: )
Here, kitty kitty kitty.
( Or perhaps that is not a moment everyone has. It's a moment Yuri is currently experiencing, while a kitten that still manages to loom over him turns her face his way, tail wiggling, whole body swaying side to side as she redirects herself and comes barreling his way, only to slow to a stop and reach out cautiously with one paw. She's not supremely young, at six months, but she's got all the sprightly energy of the young, innocent, and less coordinated predators that melwed from a nearby crate.
A paw Yuri catches in his hands, bracing himself as he does so. Claws extend and flex on either side of his arm. He chooses not to blink. (Refuses. He loves cats, but having a tabby feel like a tiger due to size issues was not his idea of a Good Day.) )
You need to go back in the crate.
( The question, of course, being how. He turns his head to shout at one of the other volunteers: not out of any need to shout, really, but because this is way more than he wanted to handle on one of his few days with anything like "free" time. So much for a nice afternoon of volunteering and getting community credit for it. Eesh... )
Hey, you! Is the lock open on the lower crate?