mouseolaw replied to your video “All Polk has ever wanted in life is a dirty running sock to call her...”
The only toy my cat ever cared about was one of my dad’s socks rolled up in the other sock which was tied off. She had that thing for 17 years. She would sleep with it and carry it around most nights.
They do love socks in general. One of their toys is an old sock with no match that I stuffed a catnip toy into and tied off. Polk loves to beat up on it.
dorkilybeautiful replied to your photo “MY LITTLE ONES ARE TEETHING.”
PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE KEEPING THOSE.
Oh yes. I have a glass jar I’ve put them in for safekeeping. I found a third this morning, sitting in the middle of my duvet.
peoriarhetoriapeoria replied to your photo “MY LITTLE ONES ARE TEETHING.”
You have no idea how many cats I've known well and never seen kitty baby tooth.
A lot of people don’t know cats throw their baby teeth, I think because cats tend to hide/swallow them. This is the first time I’ve ever actually seen a cat’s baby tooth after it’s been shed, though we’ve had half a dozen cats in my lifetime.
miikarin replied to your photo “MY LITTLE ONES ARE TEETHING.”
wait wait wait - how old are they? want to know to figure out if my little one will get there soon because she's like 3 months old right now and gnaws absolutely everything (which may just be a her thing)
Mine were born sometime in late March, so they’re four and a half to five months old. This is the first real sign they’ve been teething at all, unless you count Polk’s penchant for chewing plastic.
There are teething toys you can buy for kittens, and I have a couple, but they don’t really seem to use them as chewing toys.
Would you do a Tiny!Steve meets MCU!Steve? (I seem to remember some comments about that from you, but I can't remember if they were in the negative or not.)
Title: Steve Versus the Multiverse 2/3: MCURating: PGSummary: Agent Steve Rogers is adrift in the multiverse; Captain Steve Rogers is still a little adrift in his own world, and can relate.
Continued from Part One.
“So you’re telling me,” Steve said slowly, gazing at the small man seated in front of him, “that you are from another universe.”
“Yeah.”
“And you were told this by a version of Tony Stark, also from another universe, but not your other universe.”
“If it’s any consolation, I probably won’t be around long,” the other Steve replied. “I was only in the last one for a couple of hours. But I guess there’s probably no way to tell.”
Steve rubbed his forehead. “Should I be calling our Tony Stark?”
“I don’t think there’s much point. Just, I don’t know, give me somewhere quiet to hang out for a while.” The other Steve looked out the broad window of the training facility’s conference room, watching as Vision and Wanda practiced a grab-and-carry maneuver, a modified version of one that Steve and Thor spent a lot of time on.
“Can I ask,” Steve said, drawing his attention back again. “You said you’re from…now, not – not like me.”
“Or the other Steve I met,” he said. “But you’re both Captain America, and I’m just a Captain America fanboy, so that makes sense,” he added with a faint smile.
“Do you have – do you have a Bucky?” Steve asked, and immediately regretted it. “Don’t, you don’t have to answer that – “
“Of course I do. You must too, if you asked.”
“Not right now,” Steve murmured. The other man frowned. “He – Hydra got hold of him. They did something to him. Brainwashed him, I don’t even know if he knows who he is anymore. I’m trying to find him now but I’m not having much luck.”
The other Steve exhaled sympathetically. “That’s rough. That’s really dark, I’m sorry.”
Steve shrugged. “Guess I just wanted to know if he’s okay, if yours is…safe.”
“Sure. Safe and happy.” Steve nodded at the window, where Sam and Vision were discussing some kind of dive maneuver. “He and Sam are engaged.”
“…Bucky and Sam?” Steve asked, shocked.
“Yeah. Where I come from, Buck came back from the war with some real problems. I don’t know if you’d say Sam saved him, but – yeah. Actually. I think Sam did save him. Sam’s amazing,” he said, and Steve had to agree. Sam was amazing.
“I uh. I wouldn’t mind the saving, but I hope that doesn’t happen here,” Steve said, rubbing the back of his head.
The other Steve laughed. “You and Sam? For real? Man, that’s lucky for you. I mean, I wouldn’t give up Tony for anything, but Sam’s a real catch – “
“You and Tony. Tony Stark?”
“Why is everyone so surprised by that?” he asked, sounding amused.
“Just. It’s Tony.” Steve shook his head. “I like the guy but I really have to spend a lot of time reminding myself of that so I don’t strangle him.”
“I did notice a significant absence,” the other said. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“This day just gets weirder. Sure,” Steve replied.
“You want to spar with me?”
Steve blinked down at him. “You. And me. Sparring. Look, we both know how tough you are, but – “
“Just, I want to see how our fighting styles measure up. Come on, it’ll be fun. Bet I floor you at least once.”
Steve glanced outside. Vision was hovering at the window with Wanda on his back, both of them peering in; Vision smiled and waved when he saw Steve looking. Next to him, Sam was sitting on the shoulders of the War Machine armor, fiddling with one of the smaller shoulder-mounted guns. Natasha was hanging upside-down from a grappling rope, calmly checking her email on her phone. Rhodey was watching the little guy with a faint smile on his face.
“You mind if the team watches?” he asked. “If you do mind, I’m afraid you don’t have much choice.”
“Bring it on,” the other Steve said with a laugh. “I’ll do my best not to embarrass you.”
***
Half an hour later, Captain America lay on the mats in the sparring room and blinked.
“Holy heck,” he said, when he got his wind back. “How are you so fast?”
Agent Rogers – Steve decided he’d definitely earned the honorific – reached down and helped haul him to his feet.
“Natasha,” he said. Natasha, sitting nearby, beamed at him. “If you can’t be strong, be fast. If you can’t be fast, be sneaky. You’re a nice guy, Big Rogers, but you’re not sneaky.”
Steve shot a rueful look at the others, who knew this better than anyone. “No, that’s not one of my strong suits.”
Agent Rogers was bruised, bleeding in a couple of places, and looked worn out; he’d taken several falls already. But Steve had to admit he’d given him a run for his money in the sheer stubborness department, and he was a better fighter than Steve could have dreamed of being as a little guy. Steve had to work for every victory, and Agent Rogers was doing better than men literally twice his size had sometimes done.
“I’m not certain I understand the end goal of this exercise,” Vision said, studying the pair of them with keen eyes. “Emotionally, testing one’s strength against oneself may be cathartic, but you are hardly very alike.”
“I think we’re probably more alike than either of us wants to admit,” Steve said.
“Besides, variety is the spice of life,” Agent Rogers added with a smile, but it was fleeting; his eyes seemed to unfocus briefly, and he staggered a little, one arm going wide to maintain his balance.
“You okay?” Steve asked, catching him by the elbow.
“It’s happening again – be out of your hair real soon,” Rogers said. “Hey, listen – about Bucky – “
“Don’t worry about that, what can we do for you?” Steve asked.
“Nothing, I’m fine. When you find him, hold on tight, okay? Bucky an’ me, we’re not meant to be apart.” Rogers looked up at him, face pale, lips bloodless, and gave him an attempt at a grin. “And hold onto Sam, too. Don’t let that asshole steal your man.”
There was a brief flash of light, not even much brighter than a firecracker, and he was gone.
“Wait,” Wanda said, into the silence that followed. “You and Sam?”
(To be continued in Steve Versus the Multiverse 3/3: EMH.)
