The games have begun my friends, the games have begun. :)
~PurplePenguin50~
I was enjoying a nice dreamless sleep when my alarm went off. Great. I turned over and punched my clock, as usual, and it stopped. My eyes fluttered open and I visualized what my morning was going to be like. Train? Definitely. I'll maybe get some breakfast if Leo hasn't already finished the milk. I guess it's time to get up, hit the bathroom, and brush my teeth... Wait, I just thought of something. If Taylor's a little kid, well cub, then how's she going to get to the bathroom? And I closed the door! I shot upright in bed and scanned the room. Taylor was still asleep, being sprawled out on the pillow. I checked my bed, nothing. My gaze went almost immediately to the floor. I noticed a puddle in the corner of the room by the door. I groaned and flopped back down. If Donnie makes it past breakfast alive, he'll be the luckiest turtle on Earth. I got up and walked towards the closet to get the cleaning supplies. Grabbing them and turning around, I noticed Don doing push-ups in the dojo. I couldn't help the wide grin that spread onto my face. After all, he did turn my girlfriend into a toddler. I returned to my room and saw Taylor lying facing the door, probably waiting for me to come back. I pointed to the puddle on the floor. "Really?" She just kind of shrugged and gave me this look, like, "Hey, you're the smart guy that closed the door." I couldn't blame her. She would've probably gone elsewhere, preferably Donnie's room, if I left the door open. Once I cleaned up the mess, I gestured her towards the door and she happily scurried out. We all ate breakfast, before tending to Taylor. Splinter suggested giving her some milk. I ended up giving her three bowls of it because of the hungry look she was giving me. I texted April and asked her to buy us four more cartons of milk and three and a half pounds of ground beef. She texted me back asking if Taylor was back and if she was then what we're naming the baby. I kept reading it over and over, trying to muster enough courage to text her back. After about an hour I just decided to ignore the message. Master Splinter called us for training and we walked in on an exhausted looking Donatello. We all stifled our laughs in fear of joining him as he continued his push-ups. Taylor ran up to him and jumped on his shell. She smiled happily as she sat. I took out my T-Phone and took some pictures before sensei came in and we began.
About half way through our session Splinter suddenly jumps and turns around fast on his heel. I glance over towards the pillow Taylor is supposed to be sitting on and finds that she's not there. I bet you ten dollars I know where she's at. I looked around Master Splinter and sure enough there she was. Splinter towered over the little leopard. Her eyes grew wide as she flattened herself to the ground. The little bite mark on sensei's tail told me everything. Taylor must have spotted it, crept over, and pounced. She slowly inched her way around him, his gaze following her. She tried to make a run for it, coming towards me. "Stop!" As Splinter yelled she stopped dead in her tracks. The room fell silent, no one dared to move. "Sit!" Surprisingly she did as she was told. "Lay Down!" She lowered herself to the floor. "Roll Over." Uh-oh. Taylor always hated when someone treated her like a dog. She was part cat, and everybody knew it. Secondly, she was a human too, and if anyone ever said otherwise, bones would be broken. It's funny; I think I've rubbed off on her a little bit. She glanced back at him; he raised his brow waiting for her to carry out the command. Taylor finally gave in and rolled over, which I might add was the cutest thing ever, but sensei wasn't done yet. "Now who is the dominant one?" She crawled towards him, her tail between her legs. Once she reached him she lay down. "And whose tail is off limits?" She put a paw out in front of her gesturing towards my father and looked up at him. A smile tugged at his lips. "You are all dismissed." She charged towards me and leapt into my arms. When we walked out I looked down at her. "You really cut it close, kitty." She smiled and winked at me before swatting me with her paw. I'm pretty sure if she could talk she would have called me 'Raphie'.
