≥︺‿︺≤ - AU where our muses are cats.
[[ took some liberties and turned this into different muses, but still, drabble time, also it was a spur of the moment thing and I don’t vouch for quality. More crack and silliness. Forgive me. ]]
A cat with identity crisis, they called the small tortoise shell kitten that terrorized the sheep at the petting zoo. And from time to time a big hand would catch the kitten and carry him off to god knows where. He certainly was big, that thing on two legs.
Juan liked to watch, perched high on the roof of the goat-shed. With his paws over the edge he would observe the kitten and when he was carried away the tabby would jump down and stealthily sneak after the two-legged thing.He still didn’t know where the other was brought to, because every time he was about to had set a paw over the threshold, the two-leg would appear again and Juan would hastily scramble outside to hide among the thorny bushes. And only when the other kitten came out again did Juan crawl out and went back to his perch.And then one day he was forced to do a bit more than just watch and observe. One of the sheep had gotten it in its head to turn and chase the kitten rather than the other way around as it used to be. And while the tortoise shell kitten mewled in panic, dodging left and right at the attacks, Juan decided to play hero. What else was he supposed to do if the kitten got hurt? He would be kept near the two-leg and he wouldn’t get to see him ever again. He saw what had happened with a young two-leg that had fallen. The tabby crossed the grass field, shooting between the legs of a goat and underneath the fence. The sheep were suddenly a lot bigger. Like, giants. They were giants. And why did the other kitten ever thing it was a good idea to play shepherd? But no, focus, they were in trouble and he knew the ins and outs of the area. He had watched all the other kitchens that nipped into the field and had explored some himself. There, right in the area where the tortoise shell had been driven too.Juan shot along the fence towards the other, and then -He head butted the sheep and for a moment he staggered on his legs. That wasn’t the best idea. But the giants looked so soft. Who had expected them to be so hard-headed? He mewled softly, eyes shooting from the sheep to the kitten to the sheep again and ran for the opening in the fence. It would be a tight fit - he had grown over the last few days and so had the other - but they could make it, while the sheep was trying to figure out what had just happened.He cried for the other to follow him and stepped onto the broken wiring with a paw, then another and then he struggled to get himself through, the sharp edges of the wires holding him back. A small head butt from the other side pushed him through when his fur got stuck, but then he ended up flailing, scrambling to hold onto something and barely catching himself on all fours.The other kitten soon followed and dropped itself on top of Juan, pushing the air momentarily from his lungs.And in that same moment he thought he could see a brown cat off in the distance, watching them while cleaning its paw. The tabby blinked and the cat was gone, but the weight on his back was still solid. And it moved, sliding from him and-They both jumped when the sheep launched itself against the fence and the kittens skittered off quickly.—Later, only when it was getting dark outside and they both knew that the sheep would have returned to their shed, would they crawl out of the bushes and, still shivering all over, head side by side towards the house again.With a quiet mewl and then another louder one the tortoise shell kitten asked for entrance into the house, precariously leaning against the other, a tail wrapped protectively around their form.The door opened and there were voices and Juan panicked for a moment when they were picked up by big hands and held in the crook of an arm. Each their own two-leg. And he curled up in the warmth, purring contently in reflex as they were brought inside. There was spoken with a crooning voice to him, though he didn’t understand it and a finger was rubbed over his messy fur. It still stuck up in all places from their hasty escape.And then it hurt. There was a sore spot right behind his left flank and the hand manipulated him to peer at it with big, blue eyes, pulling the fur apart carefully. Juan mewled pitifully, looking over towards the other kitten, watching him be inspected as well and when the two two-legs set them down on the counter, he hurried over towards the other, nudging at him until he too could inspect the other’s form.He was nosing along the lines of his back and underneath his belly and up the end of his tail and every spot that he found with he thoroughly licked to sooth and clean the wound and when he was done he sidled up next to him. he was heedless of the mimicking gestures of the other kitten and instead pulled the other close to start grooming him in earnest. And he kept doing so until he was satisfied and only let the other do as he pleased when he was all finished and had curled up in a ball next to him, purring softly.It didn’t take too long for the two-legs to herd them to the bathroom though, there was a bath to be had and bitter-tasting medicine to be put on the wounds. But at least they allowed Juan to keep to the one they called Jesus, and that was really all that mattered.
