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Yearning for Our Unicity	By : LuluDreams Category: S through Z > YOU Views: 185 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:
Bronte and Joe dealing with Lady Cat-terley and…
Notes:
Setting: Sequel of the ‘Pawsome’miniseries inside this Flufftober: the correct chronology is one shot n.2 ‘Bibi and Boo-Boo’, then one shot n. 5 ‘That kind of couple’ , then 19th shot ‘Protection’ so the setting is always between 5x8 and 5x9

Prompt: Co- parenting a pet
Warning: A mountain of fluff. And Bronte and Joe in cat guys version!

(Twice) Impossibly cute

Bronte's POV

Day 1 of Lady Cat-terley living here with us.
So far we bought her three cat baskets, four pillows, two scratching posts, a cat tree, two litters and three different types of sand for litter, several toys, several bowls, proper milk, proper food.

Which lever of ‘cat guys’ did we already reach?

Besides, I think I’m utterly unable to keep my eyes off her.
And I guess I’m not the only one.

“Awww, isn’t she the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen? And I even took care of a baby boy!” You comment, while we watch enraptured Lady as she plays with a stuffed mouse almost bigger than her.

I nod, as I take a picture, the sixty-second one in my phone memory.
You more or less have the same quantity, but you have twice as much video of her.
Average cat guys.

“C’mon, let’s get ready for work.” You say, getting up.

“Wait. What?” Does it mean that we are going to leave her here? All alone?” I stare at the kitten, concerned.

“We’ve turned this house into Happy Cat Land, I’m pretty sure she’ll be fine.” You reassure me. “Also because we can check on her.”

And this is when you show me the latest purchase: an indoor camera that you put among the books.
More or less like the one I had used, the difference is that now we will make a more harmonious use of it.

You share with me the app and the code to check home when we’re away and finally I’m ready to go.

Well, just not yet.

“Lady, don’t worry, sweetie, we’ll be back sooner than you can guess.” I whisper with a sugary voice, as I pet the purring kitten.

You reach me, only to pat Lady’s head, good and proper.

“See ya, sweetie. C’mon, Bronte, let’s go.”

“Go ahead, love, just a couple of cuddles more and I’ll be downstairs." I yell as you cross the threshold.

And indeed I allow myself a couple of cuddles more.
Let’s make another one.
Let’s make another dozen one.

“I said let’s go!” You make me startle, because you seemed to appear from nowhere, as you literally drag me out of the apartment.

Joe’s POV

It looks like now I have two females purring for me.
Just in a very different way.

"How can it be there's no section dedicated to pets?" You ask me. "I mean, cats and dogs have been making people's lives happier and better for ages... and there are so many books about it, probably even rare ones."

I do some research, first to the electronic inventory - Something I suggested, although Mr. Mooney's never liked moder technologies that much- and then to what' s available around.

"You're right, sweetheart; we must do something about it." I go on with the research. “At least we have to get Jim Hutton’s book, written in 1994, which also talks about his and Freddie Mercury’s cats.”

"You’re right, it’s a must have. So does it mean another estate sale to go to?" You grin, all trigged.

"Of course, feel free to lead me wherever you please." I wink at you.

And then you go to the kids narrative section, settling some books... and I pretend I'm not seeing you as you're checking on the indoor camera for the fifteenth time in the half an hour we've been here.

Why don't I reproach you?
Maybe because I've checked it twenty times.... twenty one now.

Lady is sleeping on a pillow... and she's impossibly cute.
And here I am, wondering... did we have leave some cables in the open and maybe she could chew on it?
Will she get bored all day on her own?
Naah, we have left many balls, stuffed animals and even an electronic mouse to chase around.
Did we feed her enough? Will she eat from the bowls?
Wait a minute. Did I fill the bowl of water?
Of course I did.

C'mon, Joe, get a grip. She survived for God only knows how many days in that nightmare storage room, chained.... she's gonna be more than fine in our Happy Cat Land.

Mooney's is getting crowded and you can't deal with all those customers all alone, Bronte, I'm coming to help you.

Also because if we work hard the day will pass faster.

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It's closing time and maybe neither you or I ever left this place in such a rush.
Once we open the door, we see Lady busy with a scratch post and no mess or broken things around.

This kitten is such a furry little angel.

And as we pet her and play with her, we're practically thinking the very same thing.

Bronte's POV

Day 2 of Lady Cat-terley living here with us.
I fill my rucksack with some cat food cans, a bendable bowls for food and water, some hygienic pads, some cat toys and then something else we could need.

You take the second new litter we bought yesterday, I grab the carrier with Lady inside and then we're ready to go.

We're gonna take her at work with us.

We placed a big box behind the counter, lined with the pads and filled with toys and her fave pillow.
At the other side of the counter there are her filled bowls, while, for some obvious reason, we put the litter inside the bathroom.

However, no matter all the efforts to keep her in the box, as soon as we open the door of the carrier, Lady Cat-terley proves to us she has to own every place.
Especially Mooney's.
She wants to climb practically everywhere and your main duty has become not to lose track of her, as I deal with the customers.
Also because, since I don’t have to check the phone every minute anymore, today I’m gonna be a lot more productive.

Besides, I know for sure that you’re the right man for that task.

Joe's POV

In my young but eventful life I tracked down many targets: crushes, crushes’ best friends, crushes’ relatives, crushes' former lovers, enemies… but never a kitten.

And for the record, she’s so much better than the aforementioned targets at hiding to my very watchful eyes.

Until the noise of a falling book betrays her.

I follow the direction where the noise came from, I reach the proper section, look up and… fuck, how the hell she managed to reach the fifth shelf?
And it’s not that she’s meowing desperately, looking for help.
She doesn’t feel in danger, she just stands there, licking her paw as if everything was okay.
But I’m going to help her anyway, just the time to grab my ladder.
At least Lady doesn’t offer resistance and let me lift her in my arms.
But once we reach the floor again, she jumps down and she’s nowhere to be seen again.
I start to think that Lady likes playing hide-and-seek.

It turns out I can play it very well too and after a while I find her, on the ledge where I put all my fave classic author’s plaster busts.
She meows, all cheerful that I found her, she wants to come in my direction and this is when I dread the worst.

“Lady Cat-terley, no!”

Instead, she just slaloms among all the busts, without even touching a single one.
She may be as lively as a little devil, but for sure she has the grace of an angel.

I lift her again and this time I manage to take her back to the counter.

She pretends she wants to stay in her box just for a few minutes, then she takes off for her umpteenth little trip.

But this time she heads for the windowshop, she pushes one of the books I had placed there, she jumps on the top of it, does her cleaning routine and falls asleep.

Once again, impossibly cute.

People see her from the street and feel the need to come inside and ask to take pictures, or pet her when she’s awake.
And once they’re there, they can’t resist the appeal of rare books.
This precious kitty is also a source of profit.
Twice as much than Maddie’s pathetic excuse for a dog.

Bronte’s POV

Day 3 of Lady Cat-terley living here with us.
Another very good quality of this lovely kitten is that she is a night sleeper.
She can sleep on the chaise long, on the trunk, on the cat tree, maybe as she holds one of her toys and she goes straight until the morning.
But when I open my eyes I figure out that she might have found another spot to sleep.

“Hey, Joe, honey.” I try to wake you up in a soft whisper and it works.

“What?” You grumble, your eyes not fully open yet.

I realize that it’s only seven o’ clock in the morning and it’s pretty soon, but I promise it’s going to be worth it.

“Hush, don’t make any abrupt move but it looks like a certain someone paid us a visit.”

You follow my instructions and, as quietly as you can. you sit up and lean closer to see Lady as she’s sleeping on the bottom of the bed.
Softly purring or just snoring, I couldn’t tell the difference.

“Awww.” You murmur, framing the moment with a picture, probably a small video, too, then taking even a selfie with her.

“But we shouldn’t allow her to stay in bed, she’s gonna become too spoiled.” You whisper at me, before noticing she’s awake.

“Here, kitty, come to Daddy!” You open your arms wide and she walks towards you.

I start to believe she has a softer spot for you and I don’t even know whose I’m more jealous of.

“Sweetie, you must understand that not every place is yours, the bed is off limits, promise Daddy you won’t do that anymore, okay?” You lecture her among caresses and kisses on her forehead, before placing her on the ground.

“Oh right, I’m sure that after such a harsh method of teaching she won’t ever try again to climb on the bed!” I state with all the sarcasm I can muster.

“Let this remain a secret between you and me, but I secretly hope she does it again.” You chuckle, before laying down on the mattress again.

“However, stop calling yourself Daddy… it’s having an effect on me.” I wink at you, as I caress your curls.

“What kind of effect?” You grow curious, as with your tongue you wet your lips.

“I don’t know, maybe I could end up dressing as a sort ot Lolita.” I fill you with expectations, before kissing you.

Another role play to add on my to-do list.

Joe’s POV

Things feel more natural now that it’s the second day that Lady is here at Mooney’s.

She even seems to behave a little more, staying more inside her box.

I’ve tried to put her in the windowshop but she doesn’t want to stay.
No easy money today.

This also means less customers to deal with, which brings more privacy for us.

We’re busy stacking some books - or rather we are kissing against a shelf - when we hear a meowing, more insistent than usual. Lower. Just different.

We rush to check the box, but Lady is there, sleeping soundly.

“Do you hear it, too, right?” I ask you for confirmation and you nod.

“Maybe it was the wind, or someone else out with a cat…or just our imagination.” You assume.

Three brilliant explanations.

The rest of the morning goes on calmly enough.
You decide to do some cleaning and bring the bag with all the garbage you gather outside to throw it away.

And that’s when I hear that odd meowing again.

And I know for sure it’s not Lady, since she’s here on the counter with me, belly-up, as she’s holding a soft ball in all her paws.
Impossibly cute.

“Jooooeeeee.” I hear you calling, but it’s not a request for help.

It seems more like a cry of joy.

I reach you outside and the mystery is solved.

On your lap there’s a chubby tabby red kitten even if it seems larger than Lady.

“I was throwing the garbage when this cute baby tiger pepped in from the bin and meowed. I sat down and the moment after we became friends.” You explain, as you keep cuddling him.

I can say it’s male for sure, since it’s exposing a certain tiny part of him with no shame at all.
He really must like having all your attention.
It’s something he and I have in common.

“So, Joe… what do you say?”

You don’t even need to formulate the question properly.
And I already knew how to answer even before you asked.
Not to mention his pleading big grey eyes.
Impossibly cute.

“I say that there’s no Lady Cat-terley without her He-meow-ngway; that our Happy Cat Land is big enough for a new entry and that we should pay a visit to a veterinarian anyway, to see if Lady’s paw is healing well, so..”

You get up, still holding the kitten wrapped around your arm, as you use the free one to hug me.

“Yayyy, Joe. I love you so much!” You cheer.

I pet the new entry, but he seems not to like it much, since he hisses at me.

Feisty and with a bad temper.
Just a perfect He-meow-ngway

However, there will be plenty of time to become friends.

You take the new entry inside the store, Lady is already near the threshold, probably already sensing the news, and you place the tabby on the floor.

There’s a minute of tension where they both study each other… and then they fight, but the playful, tender sort of fight.
Twice impossibly cute.

“Hey, Joe, while we’re still looking for more books about cats, we could always start writing the one based on our experience, together.” You suggest as you gently caress my neck.

I really like it… as for some reasons I picture us writing that book naked.

“That’s a great idea, my love. About the title to pick, I’m torn between ‘Happy Cat Land’ or ‘Twice impossibly cute’.”

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THE END
Notes:
There’s no need to say that in this ‘Pawsome’ series things will go a tad differently, such as:
- Joe will never try to frame Harrison, pissing Maddie off.
- Kate and Nadia will stick only to the first solution, such as taking legal action, waiting for the process with the allegations… which means some happy years for Joe, Bronte, their kitten … and probably getting back Henry, too.
My mini series, my rules! ;P
By the way, say hi to He-meow-ngway:
Hope you didn’t drown in the fluff.
See ya tomorrow.
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