Title: Fabulous Fatal Felines
Authors: Kelsey and Natalia
e-mail: Kelsey: shadowcatfan@hotmail.com
Natalia: Sputiehead@aol.com
Part: 1/? by Natalia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Scott and Jean get two kittens as a wedding gift... only they can't take them with them on their honeymoon and Jean has a slight allergy to cats. So, who's subjected to taking care of the twin (did I mention French) terrors? Yup. Logan.
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"Logan, I've got an itsy-bitsy favor to ask of you." Jean peaked into his bedroom. Logan grumbled and turned over on his stomach. It was too early to be awake... especially after he spent most of the previous day and night getting dead drunk.

It had been Scooter and Jeannie's wedding day. Now, they were going to go off to some tropic island to spend months making wild monkey love... well, as wild as he imagined someone as stiff as Scott could manage.

He couldn't begin to imagine what it was she wanted from him. Why she would even be in his room when she should be packing was beyond him, really.

"Anything, Jeannie." He sat up, making sure his sheets covered his nude form. He didn't mind Jean seeing him that way, but, the mansion was a bustling place. Any number of innocent students could burst into the room at any second.

"Well, see, one of our wedding presents... it was more for Scott. I'm actually allergic..."

"And?"

"Cats. Kittens really. Two of them. Scott's grandparents gave them to him as wedding gifts. Anyway, I wanted to see if you could look after them while we're gone."

Logan stared at her dumbly. She wanted him to watch cats? There was no way. He couldn't stand animals. Especially little ones... that belonged to Scott. No way in Hell.

"Please?" It was like she could sense his conflict. Probably sneaking around where she shouldn't with those powers of hers.

"Yeah. Fine." What trouble could two kittens possibly be?

Smiling, Jean brought in the two little fur balls.