AN: STUPID CC
CAME UP WITH THIS IDEA SO WE SPENT ALL OF MONDAY WRITING IT INSTEAD
OF UPDATING. WE WILL GO BACK TO THAT IN A MINUTE. DISCLAIMER: WE CAME UP WITH EVERYTHING EXCEPT JAMES, LILY,
SIRIUS, GODRIC'S HOLLOW, HARRY AND THE UNNAMED CAT. THOSE ARE JK
ROWLINGS. WE BASICALLY OWN THE NAME PAPOOSE. BUT NOT REALLY.
PLEASE. WHEN
YOU ARE GOING TO ALERT PLEASE REVIEW. IT MAKES US HAPPY.
But anyways, we get home and I go and
sit on the couch. Me being pregnant and all, short outings for me are
EXHAUSTING. So James is busy running all around, setting up all of
the kitten's things everywhere when the doorbell rings. Sighing I get
up and go to open the door. It was Sirius, of course. It is ALWAYS
Sirius when I'm tired. And get this, HE DIDN'T EVEN SAY HELLO OR
ANYTHING. THE FIRST THING THAT COMES OUT OF HIS MOUTH IS, "Her
name is The Epic Papoose!" I just looked at him in shock and
fury. And then my hormones spiked and I yell, "WE ARE MOST
CERTAINLY NOT NAMING OUR KITTEN THE EPIC PAPOOSE!"
"Why
not?" He asks looking at me as though I were the crazy
one.
"BECAUSE! We just AREN'T!" He looked hurt. I sighed
and stepped aside so he could walk into the house. He ran into the
living room to find James as I shut the door.
When I came in they
were whispering conspiratorially.
"Hey Lils hon," James
started. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, and tilted my head to the
side. "Unfortunately the kitty doesn't respond to The Epic
Papoose."
"THANK MERLIN!" I interrupt.
"BUT,"
O dear. "She does respond to Papoose. So can we call her that
PLEASE?" I look at his and Sirius' puppy dog eyes.
"FINE!"
"YES! Let's go set up Poo's stuff now."
James said to Sirius.
"Hold up ONE SECOND there misters."
I ask. "Did you just nickname MY kitten POO?!?!" The two
men just looked at each other.
"Noooooooo. We nicknamed it...
Poo?" James asked. I just looked at them. And then they ran. Mwa
hahahahaha!!!!!! Cough cough. Sorry.
Now beyond exhausted I
trudge up the stairs to go to bed. The kitten doesn't follow me, OH
no. It latches onto JAMES and follows HIM around. Stupid Poo. Quite
literally too.
When I wake up the next morning I walk downstairs
to the delicious smell of... nothing. My oh so wonderful husband who
up to this point has always had breakfest waiting for me when I woke
up, didn't even look up from where he was lying on his stomach on the
kitchen floor.
"Okay Poo. When I say Poo, you say meow! Okay?
Ready? Poo..." He gestured towards the cat, who, I guess I
shouldn't be so surprised to say, lets out a "Meow!"
"YES!
Okay, Poo Poo Poo." "Meow meow meow!" "Poo Poo
Poo..." "JAMES!" I cut in. He looks up startled. "Oh
sorry. I was just playing with Poo." "Meow." I giggle
in my head at the playing with poo comment, but decide to be mature
about it. "Breakfast?" I remind him. He looks guilty for a
minute. A minute after he disappears into the pantry he comes out
with cereal. CEREAL. FOR MERLIN'S SAKE I HAVE BEEN CARRYING HIS CHILD
FOR 4 MONTHS AND THE BEST HE CAN DO IS CEREAL! AND LOOK AT PAPOOSE'S
BOWL! SHE HAS ALL THE FOOD SHE COULD EVER WANT! AND SHE IS NOT EVEN
PREGNANT! But James has been very good about breakfast before this,
so I decide to accept cereal this one time.
After
breakfast (cereal), James got the brilliant idea that he
absolutely had to "show Poo all around town!". Well,
who was I to stop him from giving our cat a tour of Godric's
Hollow? Not his pregnant wife... no, certainly not. I have no
say over anything in his life... or our cat's life... which he
suddenly thought was the most important thing in the whole entire
world. MERLIN HELP ME! I married a crazy man! ...A hot crazy man...
As much as I hate to admit it, his cat fetish is slightly
endearing... and, if I do say so myself, quite sexy.
Damn him and his attractiveness... even when he's not here... hmmm...
This gives me an idea... I know one thing that that stupid little
kitten can't give him. A good SHAG. HA! That's it! When he get's
home, he will be forgetting all about little "poo" and all
he'll be able to process is ME. All me. Now all that's left to do is
wait.
When James walked in the door, cooing and nose kissing with
"Poo" (who I have grown to hate), I was standing in the
front hall, with my best seductive look on display. It has never
failed before... And it certainly didn't fail this time. James
bent down to let the cat on the floor, all the while without taking
his eyes off me. That might have been because I was only
wearing socks, but I still like to believe that it was my famous
seductive look. "Hell...o... Lil...y..." James was
stuttering. HA! Stupid Papoose could never compare! I turned on my
heel and walked up to our bedroom, certain that he would follow. I
was right. We then proceeded to do lots of things that are best
to go unmentioned in a T rated fanfiction. And my day was just
becoming enjoyable, when that stupid cat had to ruin everything.
All of a sudden, I heard the door creak open and Poo waltzed in. She
took one look at the bed, and got a somewhat affronted look on her
face before walking out.
James looks up. "Poo?" He
whispers hoarsely.
"MEOW!" We hear from the hallway.
He
grinned. "She'll live." And that, dear readers, is how I
became the most important female in James Potter's life once again.
AN: WAS THAT NOT JUST A WASTE OF TIME? CC DOESN'T THINK SO
, BUT I DO. SHE JUST SNAPPED MY BRA STRAP IN ANGER. OW. ANYWAYS
REVIEW PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. VIRTUAL HAPPINESS WILL REACH YOU. THAT
AND WE WILL UPDATE. SO YEAH. THANK YOU. GOODBYE. POO! (IN YOUR
REVIEWS SAY "MEOW!" LOL)
