-Cream wasn't really a loud thing, keeping close to his legs most of the time, or sleeping between couch cushions, it was small enough to squeeze in there after all.
Today though cream stumbled over to him, rubbing up against his leg, all clumsy, it felt more like an involuntary headbutt with the force that was applied, wobbling all around, letting out a little eep to make it's presence known
Clef looked down at Cream, reaching down and petting its head gently. He picked Cream up and held it to his chest, he continued to do his work.
-the pom pom let out a soft mew, nuzzling his chest, it's movements all wobbly and shaky, it was no surprise though, it definitely had some medical condition.
It kept on trying to bury into his skin, purring loudly, it was a raspy and constant sound. Tiny claws pricking into his shirt.
-it let another soft mew slip, stumbling over onto his desk, swaying from side to side, falling over from time to time, yet seemed not bothered by it, not in pain or discomfort, just stumbling all around his desk, accidentally knocking into his cup, falling over, head bobbing. (The pom pom has cerebellar ataxia)
It got up again, back to stumbling like a drunk, heading straight for the half eaten food in the desk (I refuse to believe Clef doesn't have leftovers just chilling there on his desk)
-Cream let a soft 'nom nom nom' sound out, smacking its mouth, trying to get the food off the roof of its mouth. It stood on its hind legs and just kept on tilting back while smacking, doing a back flip, small body hitting the desk with a heavy thud yet the smacking didn't stop. dear god.
-the small thing snapped at him, puffing up, thinking he was about to take it's food away, getting defensive. It showed off its claws, like those tiny needles could do anything.
But it still took the food offered, still puffing and growling quietly, thankfully slightly less dramatic now. Bobbing slightly in his hand
-Cream wasn't really a loud thing, keeping close to his legs most of the time, or sleeping between couch cushions, it was small enough to squeeze in there after all.
Today though cream stumbled over to him, rubbing up against his leg, all clumsy, it felt more like an involuntary headbutt with the force that was applied, wobbling all around, letting out a little eep to make it's presence known
Clef looked down at Cream, reaching down and petting its head gently. He picked Cream up and held it to his chest, he continued to do his work.
-the pom pom let out a soft mew, nuzzling his chest, it's movements all wobbly and shaky, it was no surprise though, it definitely had some medical condition.
It kept on trying to bury into his skin, purring loudly, it was a raspy and constant sound. Tiny claws pricking into his shirt.
-it let another soft mew slip, stumbling over onto his desk, swaying from side to side, falling over from time to time, yet seemed not bothered by it, not in pain or discomfort, just stumbling all around his desk, accidentally knocking into his cup, falling over, head bobbing. (The pom pom has cerebellar ataxia)
It got up again, back to stumbling like a drunk, heading straight for the half eaten food in the desk (I refuse to believe Clef doesn't have leftovers just chilling there on his desk)
-Cream let a soft 'nom nom nom' sound out, smacking its mouth, trying to get the food off the roof of its mouth. It stood on its hind legs and just kept on tilting back while smacking, doing a back flip, small body hitting the desk with a heavy thud yet the smacking didn't stop. dear god.
-Cream wasn't really a loud thing, keeping close to his legs most of the time, or sleeping between couch cushions, it was small enough to squeeze in there after all.
Today though cream stumbled over to him, rubbing up against his leg, all clumsy, it felt more like an involuntary headbutt with the force that was applied, wobbling all around, letting out a little eep to make it's presence known
Clef looked down at Cream, reaching down and petting its head gently. He picked Cream up and held it to his chest, he continued to do his work.
-the pom pom let out a soft mew, nuzzling his chest, it's movements all wobbly and shaky, it was no surprise though, it definitely had some medical condition.
It kept on trying to bury into his skin, purring loudly, it was a raspy and constant sound. Tiny claws pricking into his shirt.
-it let another soft mew slip, stumbling over onto his desk, swaying from side to side, falling over from time to time, yet seemed not bothered by it, not in pain or discomfort, just stumbling all around his desk, accidentally knocking into his cup, falling over, head bobbing. (The pom pom has cerebellar ataxia)
It got up again, back to stumbling like a drunk, heading straight for the half eaten food in the desk (I refuse to believe Clef doesn't have leftovers just chilling there on his desk)
-Cream wasn't really a loud thing, keeping close to his legs most of the time, or sleeping between couch cushions, it was small enough to squeeze in there after all.
Today though cream stumbled over to him, rubbing up against his leg, all clumsy, it felt more like an involuntary headbutt with the force that was applied, wobbling all around, letting out a little eep to make it's presence known
Clef looked down at Cream, reaching down and petting its head gently. He picked Cream up and held it to his chest, he continued to do his work.
-the pom pom let out a soft mew, nuzzling his chest, it's movements all wobbly and shaky, it was no surprise though, it definitely had some medical condition.
It kept on trying to bury into his skin, purring loudly, it was a raspy and constant sound. Tiny claws pricking into his shirt.
-Cream wasn't really a loud thing, keeping close to his legs most of the time, or sleeping between couch cushions, it was small enough to squeeze in there after all.
Today though cream stumbled over to him, rubbing up against his leg, all clumsy, it felt more like an involuntary headbutt with the force that was applied, wobbling all around, letting out a little eep to make it's presence known
Clef looked down at Cream, reaching down and petting its head gently. He picked Cream up and held it to his chest, he continued to do his work.
Your pom-pom decided to stick around for a long while! It's time to give it a name.
Your pom-pom is rather a meek one, it likes to hide in dark corners and stay near your ankles, but it has a spirit to survive and protect like no other! It's been through a few tumbles of its own (the slightly more closed eye is intentional)
Your pom-pom will bring you gifts, good fortune, and chase off the bad dreams along with invisible evils in this world