Summary: The Doctor has an altercation with the new companion. 'Rax' 2.
Feline Fascinations.
"Move." The Doctor said firmly. It didn't move. It didn't even twitch. It just sat there, watching him like a predator watches its prey. He glared. It didn't help.
"Raxacoricofallapatorious," he said warningly, "If you don't move right now, I'm going to do exactly as I promised and throw you out of an airlock."
"Are you threatening my cat again?" Rose called as she entered the room. Glad to change the target of his annoyance, he twirled round and glared at her.
"We had an agreement – no cats in the control room!" Rose raised her eyebrows and folded her arms.
"It's not as if I put him there. He's only a cat, he goes where he's comfortable."
"Well right now he's made himself comfortable on my control panel!" The Doctor responded heatedly, pointing at the offending animal.
"Well, maybe he likes you." Rose replied, hiding a smile. Rax looked up at her, then turned back to look at the Doctor. He rolled his eyes.
"I'd like him too if he didn't sleep on delicate and valuable parts of my ship." The Doctor was surprised when he felt something warm press against his trouser leg. Looking down, he saw Rax curl around his leg, rubbing his head against the material. Sighing, he knelt down and picked up the cat. Holding him eye to eye, he half-glared at him.
"Out. Of. My. Control. Room." He said, enunciating clearly. Rax stared back, then reaching out and licked the Time Lord's nose with a hot tongue. Rose laughed, and the Doctor had to work hard to keep a grin off of his face. Then, striding across the room, he stood at the door to the corridor and carefully put him down. Rax ran off, scampering down the metal corridors with enthusiasm.
Later.
"ROSE! GET YOUR DAMNED CAT OUT OF MY BEDROOM!"