Petting Cats
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Urahara was walking down the street when he saw a beautiful blond kitty stretching in the sun. He stopped and crouched down, "What a beautiful kitty you are!" said Urahara as he scratched the cat.
The cat meowed contentedly and even made the effort to get-up and attempt to climb onto Urahara. Urahara happily picked the cat-up and snuggled it for a bit, gaving it some more scratches and petted it thoroughly. However, all good things must come to an end and soon Urahara had to put the kitty back in the sun and resume his journey home.
"I am home," he declared as he entered his shop.
"Took you long enough," said Yoruichi, "I was beginning to worry. Did you get the milk?" demanded.
"Here it is," replied Urahara, holding out the can of milk.
Yoruichi approached him to take the milk but then froze. Slowly she said, "Kisuke, what HAVE you been doing while you were out?" she asked, in a sweet voice that did nothing to disguise her intense anger.
"Wha... what do you mean, Yoruichi-san?" wondered Urahara.
Yoruichi lifted-up a blond furball from Urahara's shoulder, "You two timing bastard!" cried Yoruichi, "You were petting another cat weren't you! Weren't you! Am I not enough for you!" she demanded.
"Ah... Yoruichi-san! It wasn't anything like that! It didn't mean anything! It was just some random cat on the streets!" Urahara tried to say.
Wrong thing to say, "So! You were two timing me with some random flea-riddled cat that you found on the streets! Have you no standards!" she cried, as she glanced at the furball in her hands, "A blond cat was it. It's always a blond cat isn't it. Was she young too, Kisuke? Some young cat, nubile and coy, knowing just how to rub-up against perverted males like yourself!" cried Yoruichi, slapping the furball on Urahara's chest, she yelled, "You disgust me! Don't show your face to me until you have had a flea bath!" she declared before turning on her heels and walking away.
"Ah... Yoruichi-san," Urahara called after her, "What about the milk?" he wondered as he found himself standing awkwardly, still holding the milk can.
Author's notes: Written for light_giver whose dabble order was "How about Urahara-san and Yoruichi-san? Possibly a humourous theme. It's wholly up to you to decide on, though. If you do take heed of this, thanks!" Hope you like it!