A Saint Bernards' Diary

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Cat Magic

Prompt by the lovely @toxixpumpkin

Prompt: You always have at least 3 cats or more trailing behind you at all times and I’m sorry but I have to ask, “Are you magical?”

It started a few weeks ago and Bruce was flabbergasted at what he was witnessing with own eyes. T’Challa, Black Panther, walked about the room in pajamas, seemingly content and groggy as he held a bowl of cereal in one hand, the other holding the spoon as he lifted it towards his mouth to eat. Behind him trailed 5 cats of varying sizes and colors, meowing and looking up at the cat man himself, hopeful for a drop of milk to splatter to the floor.

As T’Challa made it to the island in the kitchen, he sat on the stool and continued to eat, the cats all circling and surrounding the stool as they looked on. Bruce looked for a few moments before clearing his throat and saying, “Um.. Good morning, T’Challa.”

“Good morning, Dr. Banner”, he replied, finishing off what was left. With milk leftover, he then turned around the stool to place the bowl on the floor and all 5 cats meow loudly and in thanks. Bruce merely shook his head, still in disbelief as he momentarily remembered how it all started.

The Avengers crew had been out and about enjoying the day a few weeks ago, when T’challa, Bruce, Steve, and Natasha walked by an alleyway on their way to grab a pizza. Out came a large grey and white tabby, meowing and curling around T’Challa’s legs. Its tail wriggled as it continued to weave in between the man’s legs and the crew laughing heartily.

“Looks like you got yourself an admirer”, said Natasha, a brow raised in amusement and a smirk playing on her lips. He blushed and raised a hand to lay against his neck, rubbing it shyly.

“Well, I suppose felines stick to their own kind. Don’t we, kitty?” Bending down, he pet the cat tenderly, the said cat closing its eyes as it purred and rubbed itself against his hand. Smiling, T’challa decided to test the cat and gently scooped a hand under the cats chest, picking it up and holding it against his chest. Enjoying the attention, the cat didn’t fuss over the movement and began to purr even more, rubbing its head against his chest as it mewed softly at him, its whiskers moving.

Brought back to the present, Bruce blinked and then looked down from his newspaper at the island, only to see one of the cats, a black kitten with a white patch on its head, weaving around his legs and mewing at him.

He reached down hesitantly, a hand out as it hovered over the kittens head. Standing on its hind legs, the kitten affectionately butted its head against his hand and the tenseness he felt melted away. A smile made its way on his face and he continued to pet the kitten, grabbing it after a while to pet it against his chest. After a moment he looked up and at T’Challa, who was watching the other cats cleaning up the bowl.

“Hey, T’challa.. I actually had a question.”

“And what would that be, Dr. Banner?”

Looking down, his expression grew serious as he looked back up and at T’Challa. “Are you magical or something? Ever since you came to stay with us, you come home with a new cat that followed you here every week.”

T’Challa picked his head up from the position he had it in, to look at Bruce and contemplated the answer. A smile and a chuckle followed, his hand reaching up to grab at his necklace that he wore around his neck.

“You know Dr. Banner. I just might be. Yuri told me the new suit would come with some… purroblems.” With the big smile still on his face, he grabbed one of the cats and petted it under its chin. The chubby orange tabby purred in enjoyment and affection, eyes closed.

Bruce sighed in exasperation, the pun unbearable to him. Placing the kitten down, he shook his head and smiled a bit himself. Five weeks of T’Challa being here, and 5 cats following him. He wondered what new furry friend would show up in the following days to come.

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Prompt: We really need to stop picking up stray animals..

Prompt by @toxixpumpkin

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) x James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier)

With a great sigh Bucky looked down at the tiny furred bundle in his arms. On his way back to the apartment he and Wanda shared. He had came across a tuxedo kitten shivering in the cold, December snow. It gave out a pitiful meow, his heart strings tugging. Unzipping the worn black jacket he wore, he set the kitten to his chest, and zipped back up. Hoping his body warmth would be enough until he could get home. He pulled his hoodie tighter, thinking of what Wanda would tell him, and how it all started.

Bucky didn’t seem by all accounts to be an animal lover. However, he surprised Wanda on their first date by taking her to a shelter, where he explained to her how he had seen a beautiful grey tabby, in the window of an adoption event. He had been determined to adopt her and give her a home. Wanda was absolutely floored and blushed, touched that he had that much trust in her to allow her into his small, closed off world. 

The memory brought a small blush to dust his cheeks. He got to his destination, boots thumping heavily against the small two stairs that led up to a door. Opening the door, he made his way inside, to the elevator, and carried on his way to the apartment. Arriving to the fourth floor, he padded his way to the wooden door, a black, blaring number staring back at him. Fumbling to get the keys from his pockets, Wanda opened the door with a bright smile on her face. The way the light haloed around her red hair made him blank for a second, a light rhythmic beating inside his chest as he looked at her in wonder. The sound of a meow broke his thoughts, and Wanda gave him a quizzical look. Folding her arms, she looked at him. 

“Bucky.. Would you like to explain yourself?” A red brow rose up in amusement.

Taking off his scarf to speak clearer, he made his way inside and closed the door, his back to it. “Wanda, I know we said we wouldn’t take in anymore strays, but.. I couldn’t leave the poor thing out in the cold by itself.” He produced the small bundle from his jacket, blue eyes looking up to her and letting out another meow. Sighing, Wanda took the kitten into her arms, the meow attracting three other cries. A chubby, grey tabby cat appeared, chirping and sniffing the air. Bucky bent down to pet her, the feline closing its eyes and enjoying her owner’s petting. A chuckle escaped him before he used his other to pet at a small, clothed senior mutt, her little face and big eyes looking up to him pleadingly. The third creature was another feline, a slender white cat with green eyes. She was more aloof, but obviously wanted a pet herself. 

“You’re right, we do need to stop taking in more stray animals.. But I suppose this little one can be an exception. But no more!” The dark haired man stood up with the small dog in his arms, nodding. “I can agree to that.” A smile flitted through his face, Wanda blushing and holding the kitten even closer. She began to pet it, the small creature purring very loudly. “Maybe I shall call him after you. After all, I did let you name all three of them.” A playful glare appeared on her face. Bucky merely rolled his eyes in return. 

“Well, your names were hard to pronounce. Plus, Tabitha likes her name, don’t you, Tabitha?” The small dog wagged its tail happily and gave out a yip, Bucky snuggling the dog to his cheek. “See?”

Wanda gave a soft chuckle and walked to the kitchen, opening a cupboard and taking out a can of wet cat food to give to the kitten. “I think Bucky Jr. will be fine then.” Setting the kitten down, she opened the can for it, and the kitten devoured it, making typical kitten mewls as it ate. Bucky came over, snaking an arm around Wanda’s waist and pulled her closer, his nose breathing in her scent. 

“I like it much better than Snowball.” A quick, soft jab was aimed at his side and he oofed. “I”m kidding!” Satisfied, Wanda then laid her head on his shoulders as they began to plan their life with an extra family member. 

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Forgiveness for not sending you your Valentine’s Day Card

A small, cozy home sat in the middle of a fenced in yard. Flowers were in bloom, and buzzing creatures could be seen hovering over them. The yard was alive with color, and with life. A porch with two small stairs leading to it, was occupied by a slender, regal black cat. Her pelt shining and showing tiger like stripes as the afternoon sun haloed her. Soft, padded paws walked over to the cat, belonging to a chubby, white and tan canine.

The feline opened her eyes, whiskers twitching as she looked at the dog in question. Tail wagging a mile a minute, the happy dog plopped down right next to her, whiskey colored eyes looking back. Extending a large paw, she pawed softly at the cat and gave a toothy grin.

“Nina, have I ever told you that you have such a pretty colored fur pattern? You could almost be considered an actual tiger.”

“Pfft, I AM a tiger. Just small. It means I’m even more lethal.” The feline chuffed, turning her head up at an angle as if offended.

Chuckling, the dog laid her head down onto the concrete that was laid in the middle as a path. “Well, your toe beans are certainly much cuter.” Her nose got a bit redder from the statement. Giving off a haughty laugh, she looked at the canine again.

“Always with your charm. Do you ever tire of it?”

“For you? Never!”

“Typical.”

“Now, now, Nina. Is that any way to treat your Paw-lentine?”

“That doesn’t even make sense, Noah!”

Another chuckle escaped Noah, the dog as she sat up. “It does! To me. Anyhow, would you like to hear a Paw-lentine’s Day pun, that I made for you?”

Rolling her eyes playfully, Nina’s black tail twitched in humor. “Do your worse.”

With tail wagging, she cleared her throat. “Nina.. Toe-Bean honest… I think you’re purrfect!” A toothy smile followed after, eyes closed and red nose a darker color. SIlence followed for a short moment before the cat giggled cutely, her slender paw lifted up to her jaw as she tried to contain it.

“You’re such a goofy dog! How in the world do I tolerate you?”

“Is it because you like me?”

“No comment.”