Author's Notes: I noticed that poor Klunk is a very under used character, and decided to write a few little drabbles about life with a cat. I have a few kitties of my own, and know first hand the mischief they get into. Tesseract Cat is based off a true story about what my brother's cat Booboo once did to my sister Amy. This is dedicated to Amy and Cara Rose, my dear little sisters. Here is hoping this brightens your Monday, if only just a small bit. "Tesseract" being a quantum leap. And yes, I am a Madeleine L'Engle fan. -TheOneThatGotAway99

Disclaimer: I. Own. Nothing!

Word Count: 470


1.) Tesseract Cat

"Meow!"

Raphael glanced up from his motorcycle magazine, to see an orange fluff-ball striding into his bedroom. As he watched, the fluff-ball parked himself in the middle of the floor, green eyes glaring at Raph.

"Meow!" Klunk repeated, as though demanding his immediate and undivided attention.

"Get lost, cat," Raph huffed, before turning back to the magazine. A soft shifting of weight on the end of his hammock had him looking back into the green-eyed glare again. "I don't think so, cat." He roughly snatched up the cat and tossed him out the door. Klunk landed lightly on his paws and quickly padded his way down the hall, disappearing from sight around the corner. Satisfied, Raph closed his bedroom door and turned around.

"Meow!"

The sight of the cat sitting on the middle of his floor, tail flicking gently across the concrete, nearly made him jump five feet into the air. "How . . . ?" Must have snuck past when I closed the door, he thought to himself. "Alright Houdini, out ya go." He scooped up the cat and deposited him on the other side of the door, shutting it quickly to keep any orange streaks from flying past his leg. "There." Again satisfied, he turned back to his hammock.

"Meow!"

This time, he did jump, backing up until his shell was pressed against the door, staring at the cat that now sat comfortably on his hammock.

Not taking his eyes off the cat until he had made it out of his room, he rushed to the kitchen, suddenly deciding he wanted a glass of water. Upon acquiring said drink, he started his way towards the dining room, but nearly choked and spat the water across the room. For there, lying on the table glaring lazily at him with eyes half closed in boredom, was Klunk.

"Meow!"

Abandoning his cup, Raph took off towards the living area, vaulting over the back of the couch, and landing easily on the cushions. He turned to his orange-clad brother who occupied the other side or the couch, watching some cheesy horror flick. "Mikey, your cat is. . ." Raph started, only to stop dead in his tracks as he faced his little brother, happily scratching a purring lump of orange fur behind the ears.

"Klunk is what, Raph?" Mikey asked, both cat and turtle looking over at the red-banded ninja.

"I—I . . . Bathroom. . ." He stuttered in a murmur before shooting off towards the bathroom. How is that dang cat doing this? he wondered to himself as he snapped the door shut and clicked the lock. He heaved a sigh of relief before turning to face the toilet, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the glaring green eyes sitting on the toilet tank.

"Meow!"

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Perfectus