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[Fic] Summer Camp: Holding Out - Day 26
Title: Holding Out - Part 17: Nekotalia
Characters: America, England, cat!England, Iceland
Rating/Warnings: PG13, Sorta X-men-universe crossoverish kinda sorta except I call 'mutants' 'supers' so maybe The Incredibles crossoverish kinda sorta? Point is, some people have superpowers. And it's a pseudo-police state. Also first person narration
Summary: Alfred saves a cat, not that it's going to thank him anytime soon.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
I never liked humans. They were cruel, needlessly violent, and reeked something awful. Yes, at one point I too had a human, but that was a mistake. He was horrible, even by human standards, and when he was carted away I was left alone and homeless, which suited me just fine. I didn’t need anyone, especially not some human.
I may have overestimated myself a little with that. When living on the streets, there is nothing wrong with accepting the help of perfectly able bodied tomcats if the opportunity arises. After all, it helps to avoid situations like this.
I was surrounded by humans, tall, menacing, cruel humans, armed with rocks and sticks and one who could turn his hand into a fireball, but that’s neither here nor there. The point was, I was at their mercy, of which they had none, and they were content to slowly torture me to death.
As I was reviewing my life choices, wondering if there was anything I could have done differently to avoid this situation (there wasn’t, at least there wasn’t anything I was actually willing to do), I heard his voice for the first time.
“Hey! What are you idiots doing?”
It should be noted that I, unlike most of my fellows, can understand Human, as well as several dialects of Dog, Bird, and Mongoose. I can’t speak the language, and who would really want to? Human is such an asinine language I’m constantly shocked that even humans are willing to degrade themselves to speak it.
But I digress.
The group of humans ran off when the Voice, who I found out a bit later, as you will see, is called Alfred, shouted at them. I felt little relief at the time. Sure the group of humans was gone, but there was still one left, and since he had made all the others run away, he must be even worse. Sadly there was very little I could do at this time but accept my fate.
“Hey,” I felt a light touch on my head, “Are you okay little guy?” before I knew no more.
+
I woke up in a new place, outside of that dreary alley I was caught in before. This place had bright lights and warmth. I briefly wondered if I was in some form of heaven before I heard the human speak.
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do, Alfred!”
“You have to do something!” The human from before, Alfred, he must have brought me here, “You fix me up all the time!”
“You are human! I understand how the human body works and can fix minor things that go wrong with it. This is a cat, Alfred! It’s a completely different biological make-up, and its injuries are more severe than your bumps and bruises.”
“There has to be something we can do,” and he actually sounded distressed by this as I slowly faded back into unconsciousness.
+
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
I blinked my eyes open and looked around this new place. It was bright and warm, just like the last place, although that place struck me as more artificial light, while this place was lit up more by the sunlight coming in from the windows than anything else. The warmth, I realized, was coming from the mountain of blankets wrapped around me.
I looked eagerly around the room for whoever it was that was speaking Cat. If there was another cat here, perhaps we could hatch an escape plan together. However my quick survey of the room revealed no cats, only three humans, two standing a ways off, the third a respectable distance away from my face. A squawk from somewhere overhead alerted me that there was a puffin in the room somewhere as well.
Most puffins don’t bother learning Cat, so who on earth was speaking it?
“You look like you’re awake now,” I balked, the Cat was coming from the human! Of all the things, a human, speaking Cat. My mind was taking a while to process it, “Can you hear me? Are you alright?”
“He’s a cat kid!” the puffin squawked overhead, “He ain’t gonna listen to what you say unless it’s about tuna or naps.”
I felt rage starting to boil up inside me. I hated this puffin already, “Yes, because having a thought process consisting entirely of clouds and fish is a much better option!”
The puffin landed on his human’s shoulder, “Well look who’s finally awake, lazy cat.”
I growled, and attempted to stand up in a pounce position, but my body seemed heavier than usual. Perhaps it was the blankets.
“If you’re going to antagonize him,” the human said, in Bird this time, “then you can just leave.” The puffin pecked his head but shut his beak. The human was apparently satisfied with this as he turned to me and switched back to Cat, “Are you alright? I fixed you up as best I could, so tell me if anything still hurts and I’ll see what I can do?”
I glared at him, “And just who do you think you are anyway? Where am I?”
“My name is Tumi,” he answered as he nodded back to the humans behind him, “They are Alfred and Arthur, and this is their house. Alfred found you hurt the other day and brought you back here. They called me to fix you up and make sure you’re okay.”
Saved? By a human? I glanced over at Alfred, who was staring back, nervous and twitchy looking all over, as if he actually cared about my wellbeing. Well, Tumi seemed like a trustworthy human at any rate; it wouldn’t hurt to do what he suggests.
I stood and stretched, testing to see if anything was still in pain, “Everything is in working order.”
“That’s good,” he sighed and reached out a hand to a few inches by my face, “You were pretty close there for a bit, so I was worried. Do you mind?”
I sniffed his hand, it smelled like fish and berries, “I suppose if you must.”
Tumi wasted no time in petting my head, my stomach, my back, probably checking to see if anything was wrong. It felt nice, so I didn’t mind letting him.
“So what’s the diagnosis Doc?” one of the other humans, Alfred, asked.
“He’s better,” Tumi answered, hand still petting me, and I wished he’d focus on that instead, “Not perfect, he’ll have to stay here for a few days, but he’ll heal.”
“How long is ‘a few days?’” the other human, Arthur, asked, “As soon as he can fend for himself, I want him out of my house.”
“What? Arthur c’mon,” Alfred whined. I lowered myself back into the cocoon of blankets, “We can’t just kick him out, what if he gets picked on again?”
“Then he’ll have to fend for himself. We can’t just pick a cat up off the streets, what if he’s diseased?”
I growled, and would have launched at him if I had been in any condition to do so. Me? Diseased? While he suffered from god knows what in that human body of his?
Tumi cleared things up to them for me, “He’s not diseased. I checked him for that while I was healing him.”
“We’re not getting a cat and that’s final!”
“C’mon Arthur,” Alfred knelt down besides Tumi and smiled in my general direction, “He’s too cute! We can’t just kick him out! Plus he has your eyebrows.”
“How is that a deciding factor in anything?” Arthur shouted as I sank a claw into the boy’s ankle to teach him a lesson. Yes, my black spots stood out a little, but there were nothing like the monsters on that human’s face.
Alfred winced as he pulled his leg back, rubbing the scratch as he said, “But Arthur, he needs us. Please?”
Arthur looked like he was having an internal struggle. Eventually he sighed and asked, “Tumi, what does the cat want?”
“Do you want to stay here with them for a while,” he asked, “or just until you’ve recovered?”
I seriously thought it over. Alfred was practically bursting with excitement and energy as he reached out a hand to touch me (I batted it away. A bit rude of him really). Arthur, a bit further back, was trying to appear nonchalant, but I could tell he was impatient for my answer.
And, they had saved me. They had brought a strange cat into their home, found Tumi who could actually speak Cat to see if I was alright… perhaps, maybe, these humans weren’t as bad as all the others. Besides, if they did turn out to be horrible bastards, I could always run away. Either way, the rest and food I was being promised was too good to pass up.
“I, suppose I could stay here for a little while.”
Tumi relayed my message. I saw a small smile creep onto Arthur face, and Alfred, eager little git, sprung forward to pick me up and hug me close against his chest. Tumi and Arthur both yelled at him for this, saying that I was still hurt and that I needed rest, which I did, and I was grateful to them, but I had the strangest reaction to his behavior. I purred.
Yes, maybe staying here won’t be so bad.
Part 18
Characters: America, England, cat!England, Iceland
Rating/Warnings: PG13, Sorta X-men-universe crossoverish kinda sorta except I call 'mutants' 'supers' so maybe The Incredibles crossoverish kinda sorta? Point is, some people have superpowers. And it's a pseudo-police state. Also first person narration
Summary: Alfred saves a cat, not that it's going to thank him anytime soon.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
I never liked humans. They were cruel, needlessly violent, and reeked something awful. Yes, at one point I too had a human, but that was a mistake. He was horrible, even by human standards, and when he was carted away I was left alone and homeless, which suited me just fine. I didn’t need anyone, especially not some human.
I may have overestimated myself a little with that. When living on the streets, there is nothing wrong with accepting the help of perfectly able bodied tomcats if the opportunity arises. After all, it helps to avoid situations like this.
I was surrounded by humans, tall, menacing, cruel humans, armed with rocks and sticks and one who could turn his hand into a fireball, but that’s neither here nor there. The point was, I was at their mercy, of which they had none, and they were content to slowly torture me to death.
As I was reviewing my life choices, wondering if there was anything I could have done differently to avoid this situation (there wasn’t, at least there wasn’t anything I was actually willing to do), I heard his voice for the first time.
“Hey! What are you idiots doing?”
It should be noted that I, unlike most of my fellows, can understand Human, as well as several dialects of Dog, Bird, and Mongoose. I can’t speak the language, and who would really want to? Human is such an asinine language I’m constantly shocked that even humans are willing to degrade themselves to speak it.
But I digress.
The group of humans ran off when the Voice, who I found out a bit later, as you will see, is called Alfred, shouted at them. I felt little relief at the time. Sure the group of humans was gone, but there was still one left, and since he had made all the others run away, he must be even worse. Sadly there was very little I could do at this time but accept my fate.
“Hey,” I felt a light touch on my head, “Are you okay little guy?” before I knew no more.
+
I woke up in a new place, outside of that dreary alley I was caught in before. This place had bright lights and warmth. I briefly wondered if I was in some form of heaven before I heard the human speak.
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do, Alfred!”
“You have to do something!” The human from before, Alfred, he must have brought me here, “You fix me up all the time!”
“You are human! I understand how the human body works and can fix minor things that go wrong with it. This is a cat, Alfred! It’s a completely different biological make-up, and its injuries are more severe than your bumps and bruises.”
“There has to be something we can do,” and he actually sounded distressed by this as I slowly faded back into unconsciousness.
+
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
I blinked my eyes open and looked around this new place. It was bright and warm, just like the last place, although that place struck me as more artificial light, while this place was lit up more by the sunlight coming in from the windows than anything else. The warmth, I realized, was coming from the mountain of blankets wrapped around me.
I looked eagerly around the room for whoever it was that was speaking Cat. If there was another cat here, perhaps we could hatch an escape plan together. However my quick survey of the room revealed no cats, only three humans, two standing a ways off, the third a respectable distance away from my face. A squawk from somewhere overhead alerted me that there was a puffin in the room somewhere as well.
Most puffins don’t bother learning Cat, so who on earth was speaking it?
“You look like you’re awake now,” I balked, the Cat was coming from the human! Of all the things, a human, speaking Cat. My mind was taking a while to process it, “Can you hear me? Are you alright?”
“He’s a cat kid!” the puffin squawked overhead, “He ain’t gonna listen to what you say unless it’s about tuna or naps.”
I felt rage starting to boil up inside me. I hated this puffin already, “Yes, because having a thought process consisting entirely of clouds and fish is a much better option!”
The puffin landed on his human’s shoulder, “Well look who’s finally awake, lazy cat.”
I growled, and attempted to stand up in a pounce position, but my body seemed heavier than usual. Perhaps it was the blankets.
“If you’re going to antagonize him,” the human said, in Bird this time, “then you can just leave.” The puffin pecked his head but shut his beak. The human was apparently satisfied with this as he turned to me and switched back to Cat, “Are you alright? I fixed you up as best I could, so tell me if anything still hurts and I’ll see what I can do?”
I glared at him, “And just who do you think you are anyway? Where am I?”
“My name is Tumi,” he answered as he nodded back to the humans behind him, “They are Alfred and Arthur, and this is their house. Alfred found you hurt the other day and brought you back here. They called me to fix you up and make sure you’re okay.”
Saved? By a human? I glanced over at Alfred, who was staring back, nervous and twitchy looking all over, as if he actually cared about my wellbeing. Well, Tumi seemed like a trustworthy human at any rate; it wouldn’t hurt to do what he suggests.
I stood and stretched, testing to see if anything was still in pain, “Everything is in working order.”
“That’s good,” he sighed and reached out a hand to a few inches by my face, “You were pretty close there for a bit, so I was worried. Do you mind?”
I sniffed his hand, it smelled like fish and berries, “I suppose if you must.”
Tumi wasted no time in petting my head, my stomach, my back, probably checking to see if anything was wrong. It felt nice, so I didn’t mind letting him.
“So what’s the diagnosis Doc?” one of the other humans, Alfred, asked.
“He’s better,” Tumi answered, hand still petting me, and I wished he’d focus on that instead, “Not perfect, he’ll have to stay here for a few days, but he’ll heal.”
“How long is ‘a few days?’” the other human, Arthur, asked, “As soon as he can fend for himself, I want him out of my house.”
“What? Arthur c’mon,” Alfred whined. I lowered myself back into the cocoon of blankets, “We can’t just kick him out, what if he gets picked on again?”
“Then he’ll have to fend for himself. We can’t just pick a cat up off the streets, what if he’s diseased?”
I growled, and would have launched at him if I had been in any condition to do so. Me? Diseased? While he suffered from god knows what in that human body of his?
Tumi cleared things up to them for me, “He’s not diseased. I checked him for that while I was healing him.”
“We’re not getting a cat and that’s final!”
“C’mon Arthur,” Alfred knelt down besides Tumi and smiled in my general direction, “He’s too cute! We can’t just kick him out! Plus he has your eyebrows.”
“How is that a deciding factor in anything?” Arthur shouted as I sank a claw into the boy’s ankle to teach him a lesson. Yes, my black spots stood out a little, but there were nothing like the monsters on that human’s face.
Alfred winced as he pulled his leg back, rubbing the scratch as he said, “But Arthur, he needs us. Please?”
Arthur looked like he was having an internal struggle. Eventually he sighed and asked, “Tumi, what does the cat want?”
“Do you want to stay here with them for a while,” he asked, “or just until you’ve recovered?”
I seriously thought it over. Alfred was practically bursting with excitement and energy as he reached out a hand to touch me (I batted it away. A bit rude of him really). Arthur, a bit further back, was trying to appear nonchalant, but I could tell he was impatient for my answer.
And, they had saved me. They had brought a strange cat into their home, found Tumi who could actually speak Cat to see if I was alright… perhaps, maybe, these humans weren’t as bad as all the others. Besides, if they did turn out to be horrible bastards, I could always run away. Either way, the rest and food I was being promised was too good to pass up.
“I, suppose I could stay here for a little while.”
Tumi relayed my message. I saw a small smile creep onto Arthur face, and Alfred, eager little git, sprung forward to pick me up and hug me close against his chest. Tumi and Arthur both yelled at him for this, saying that I was still hurt and that I needed rest, which I did, and I was grateful to them, but I had the strangest reaction to his behavior. I purred.
Yes, maybe staying here won’t be so bad.
Part 18
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Ah, well. He always is..
Yay! Iggycat has a home to stay in! (:
And Tumi has a nice power. ♥
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