Lbh: (in huntress clothing watching a snare trap)
Bunny: (hops up to it and gets caught)
Lbh: ha! I finally got the plot bunny! Now I can finish up my last chapter of Autumn! I hope all you readers enjoy.
Greg sat there, staring at the pitiful kitten as it drank milk out of a shallow dish. It was on the coffee table next to Steve's cage, looking so sickeningly innocent, like it didn't want to just fill its belly with the poor rat.
Wilson came in with a soft towel, smiling softly. The kitten was happily eating and didn't seem too sick. Probably just a cold aggravated by the oncoming winter. He was relived and pleased that the kitten wasn't sick. Hopefully, House would let him keep it.
"So, what are you going to do with it?" House finally asked, warily eying Steve's potential future predator.
"Well, I was hoping we could keep it. It's so cute and lonely. It needs us!" Wilson finished as he wrapped the kitten in the warm towel. It yawned, curled up, and went fast asleep.
"You're forgetting about Steve McQueen." House glared, a bit peeved that his lover would forget about his pet.
"I didn't forget about Steve." Wilson said. "The kitten is young so we can train it. All we need is a litter box and some cat food. It won't even get near Steve."
House raised his eye brows a bit and said, "I doubt that. It probably is waiting for us to go to sleep so it can swallow Steve up."
Wilson smiled slightly and softly kissed House. "Please?" he asked, turning his large, brown, "doe" eyes on House.
Greg swallowed and said, "That's cheating." Before pulling James back in for another kiss. James smiled and leaned into it, sucking up for all it's worth. After all, one got more flies with honey than with vinegar.
Greg pulled back momentarily, muttering, "Fine, it can stay. But it is your responsibility." James smiled even bigger and he looked too adorable for House to not smile back. "So, is it a he or a she? And what are you going to name him or her?"
"Hm?" Wilson looked at him curiously and answered, "I don't know, I hadn't really thought of that. And I didn't look to see if it was a him or a her…" With that comment, House rudely lifted the kitten and looked under it to look.
"Mrow!" The kitten yelled, having obviously not enjoyed being woken by hands lifting into the air to look at its privates.
"It's a boy. So what are you going to name him?" Greg asked as he set the kitten back down in the towel.
"Well, how about Kori?" Wilson asked, looking at the kitten.
"Corey? Like with a C?" House asked quizzically.
"No, with a K. Why?" James turned to him, curious.
"Hm, I think it suits him." House said, giving out a rare compliment. He was surprised when arms wrapped around him and the voice of his lover whispered thank you into his ear. Before Greg knew it, the arms disappeared and he heard foot steps walking into the bed room.
He smiled, "So that's how it's going to be, eh?" and walked into the bedroom for his nightly exercise.
The next morning, the kitten woke up before everyone else. Kori was hungry and the nice man with brown eyes had fed him last night. So he went to look for the nice human.
Venturing into the room with the smooth cold floor, he spotted no man. Not even the one with the blue eyes. So Kori ventured back into the living room and spotted Steve's cage.
He had seen the rat before, but was too tired to talk much. Now he wanted food.
Kori jumped back on the small table in front of the couch where he had first woken up. The rat was still resting in his bed, whiskers twitching every once in a while. Kori suspected he was dreaming.
He didn't really want to wake up the other animal but his stomach growled loudly and he was forced to. He gave a small meow, not knowing that instincts would kick in and make the rat squeak in terror.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I just wanted to wake you." Kori moved around to where the rat had buried under his shavings.
After a few moments, a small head poked out and was quickly followed by a small body. "It's fine. You just startled me. I'm not used to being woken up by a cat." Steve was still scared, this was his natural predator, but he was smart and knew that the cat couldn't get past the cage.
"Um, well I'm getting hungry," At this, Steve stiffened, "And I was wondering where the human with brown eyes was. That milk was really good!" finished Kori with a feline smile.
Steve paused for a moment, then said, "Your name's Kori, right?" The feline nodded and Steve continued, "My name is Steve. The brown eyed human is James and the Blue eyed human is Greg. They are both through there." He pointed his tail at the bedroom, then buried himself back into his bedding.
"Thank you." Kori meowed after him, then padded into the bedroom. He jumped up on to the bed and saw one large mound in the center. 'Well, that's interesting…' Kori thought as he climbed up on top of it.
Walking around a bit, the mound shifted a bit. He balanced unsteadily as the mound started to rise then fall sharply.
House sat up as he felt slight pressure and it sent flares of pain up his leg. He looked down and saw his lover's pet sitting on his leg, looking up at him with wide yellow eyes. He picked it up by the scruff of its neck and laid it next to Wilson's face. Then he got up to take his Vicodin and get ready for work.
Wilson groggily opened his eyes and two yellow eyes peering back. "Ack!" he sat up quickly, startling Kori and making him tumble backwards. James caught him and said, "Good morning, Kori. Are you hungry?"
Kori meowed loudly and ran off. James put a pair of boxers on and went out to feed his pet and Greg.
House was feeding Steve, who for some reason, was buried under lots of shavings.
"So House, want some eggs for breakfast?"
"Fine. What ever you feel like making." House said, eyes half closed and yawning a lot.
Wilson made him breakfast and thought to him self, "I love Autumn."
Lbh: Ok guys, that was a short chapter and I know it. I hoped you liked it. Reviews are greatly appreciated! There will only be one or two more chapters left.
