Gobble, Gobble
Little Christmas story for tigyr
"Tigger, Tigger….Tigger,?" Kitty Stevens shouted, "Tigger….if you're sulking somewhere because I shouted at you for gnawing the turkey leg, you won't get any when it is cooked," which, in cat language, was pretty silly really, I mean who would eat raw turkey.
Kitty had come down to put the defrosted bird in the oven, only to find the thigh, gnawed and scratched.
"Tigger, if you're sick it's your own fault and you'll go to the vet." Which again is pretty stupid in cat lingo, I mean if you are sick, humans go to ER, if you are a cat you eat grass and hide. Anyway Kitty should have looked behind the couch, Fifi had deposited the evidence. Tigger had clawed and cleaned the paw, turkey was raw, better wait until it was cooked. Anyway she was fed up being bad-cop, when Fifi looked like she had got the cream…and probably she had too, since the trifle was on the sideboard, so Tigger had gone walkabout.
Gibbs, had had a long night at a stake out, Tony had been particularly annoying, he had had to separate Ziva and Tony, so he lumbered. It was almost as if Tony had PMT, because Ziva never seemed to suffer. All Gibbs wanted was a shower, a steak and a bit shut eye on the couch. He then heard the scratching at the window, he looked over to see a tiggery face, he smiled and went to the door to let her in.
"Meeooww, meoeww, meowow," Tigger retorted as she strolled in the door, tail in the air.
"Hey hold it Tiggs, you get the blame for something you didn't do?" Gibbs asked.
"MEOWW," Tigger replied.
"Ok, get the picture, you hungry?" Gibbs asked.
"Meoww." was the Cheshire smile.
"Thought so, steak do?" Gibbs questioned knowing the answer would be yes.
Gibbs went to the kitchen and returned with a slab of meat, the gridle was hot enough and he threw the beef on the iron, it sizzled, sending a bluish smoke up the chimney. If a cat could put on a bib she would have done. Gibbs turned the steak sealing the juices in from the other side. A few minutes later, he forked the steak off the grill and onto a plate. He took his knife and cut a piece off and began to cut up for Tigger. He placed on a saucer. Tigger sniffed and then delicately began to chew the meat; Gibbs heard the cat purr as she did so.
As they both finished and Tiggs jumped up on the couch, just to see if Gibbs had left a morsel or two, which he had, Gibbs' cell rang.
"Yep Gibbs…she is and she is quite happy and contented…I'll tell her," as he smiled and shut the cell down, "That was Kitty, Fifi had to be taken to the vet….something about raw turkey and the cream off the trifle…so you want to go home yet or are you quite happy, as Gibbs lifted his feet onto the couch and laid his head back on the pillow, he felt a little furry paw, touch his cheek, and then a creature pad over his chest and curl up beside him, the gentle purring of Tigger soon had Gibbs drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Merry Christmas, tigyr, and Dusty.