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Chapter 4

The Toaster Incident

AKA

The Problem with Wrenches

Edited on 6/23/13

I woke with a start. White and black covered my vision. I blinked and lifted my book off my face. Roy was currently lying on my stomach, looking smug. I sighed, having completely forgotten him. I suppose I must have fallen asleep…yay. I was about to ask Roy just how long I had been out for when a loud BOOM rocked the windows and Roy and I on the bed. We looked at each other, Roy calmly climbed off my stomach, and I calmly marked my place in the book and placed it on the bed. I started to speed walk (that's a walk that's almost a run, for those who don't know) when a black missile launched itself off the bed and onto my shoulder. I looked at the smirking Roy for a moment before continuing my way downstairs.

"Fine, Roy, but hold on because I'm gonna need to find out what that was and you falling off won't stop me at all. You'd better not claw me either." He grunted a response and soon he was barely holding on as I tromped down the stairs.

Mom was nowhere to be found, thank goodness. She'd probably have a cow at all the damage that was in the kitchen. The refrigerator door was open, the toaster was in bits and pieces, and the mixer was on full blast. At my feet were: one slightly singed lemon yellow cat with a pink bandana on its head, looking sheepish, one metallic cat who was currently trying to get all the ice off his whiskers, and one golden yellow cat who was absolutely drenched in…

"Is that milk?"

"Yes, unfortunately…" Ed whispered.

He tried to lick his fur, but, upon remembering what he was drenched in, decided otherwise and put his paw back down. I sighed then reached back and detached Roy from where he had been bravely clinging from my neck.

"Thanks." He said.

"No problem. Thanks for not gouging my neck and sorry for the bumpy ride. You okay?"

"Yeah…yeah I…I think so. Just a bit dizzy, that's all. Oh please don't put me down!"

I stopped bending down. *Sigh.* "Fine."

All at once, Winry began explaining. "I…I'm sorry! Al wanted to know what that thing was," (she pointed at the fridge) "so Ed transmuted the door open and then, when Al had gotten inside, the door shut! Ed was surprised and leaped onto the counter where he hit that thing" (she was now gesturing at the blender) "and it started up! It…"

"I'm covered in cow vomit!" Ed wailed.

Winry wasn't done, though. "Y…Yeah and I was curious what that thing was-" (she now pointed to what was left of the toaster) "-and when I was…"

"Tinkering?" I filled in with a raised eyebrow.

"Y-yeah! It went boom! I'm so, so sorry, Kat!"

"I-it's okay, Winry... I just have to explain what happened to her and she will get a new toaster. Most of the food in the fridge had been in there for a while so it probably had to be replaced anyway. As for the blender…as far as I'm concerned, one less carton of milk is a blessing."

Ed smirked at the last comment, then looked himself over again. "But…how'm I gonna get this stuff off?"

"I guess you'll have to get a bath."

Ed's face fell. "I should've known."

I shook my head as I carried a dripping, morose Ed to the bathtub as Winry and Roy laughed.

Al just shook his head. "Brother…"

Author's Note: Just a short thank you to all who have been kind to read, review, and ask questions about me and my story! As thanks, I made this chapter just a little longer, for your enjoyment. I'll try to post every once in a while, but please bear with me if I'm gone for longer than expected. (Like over summer break… I'm cursed with dial-up…) But anyway, please continue to review, and have a happy New Year! (Sorry, I know it's belated, but I had to say it.) Woot! 2013! See you next chapter! :D