Disclaimer: I don't own CATS!
What a day, some crazy people brought a bird to the lab where I work, and we're not allowed to have animals inside the building (only livestock outside, and then we can only use their DNA and cells, so they're not tortured). They found DNA contamination, and I almost got in trouble. Now I have to work in my small, baige room that has no windows, with the heavy metal door closed as well to avoid cross-contamination from one part of the building to another. My world just keeps getting smaller.
Oh yeah, please review!
That night at dinner...
A very angry Bryn Walters sat at the dinner table, Plato on his left, and Asparagus Jr on his right. He was extremely angry because he didn't like any of it. How they were responding to being snowed in, the rules Webber had made, the seating arrangement, and the food being served.
On the table was roast beef and caramlized onions, but it came with optional garum, or rotted fish guts, which the Jellicles, like the ancient Romans, used like ketchup.
Webber had decided that to conserve resources, the Jellicle food and human food would be served together so as to make both last as long as possible.
They might serve an entree of what the cats liked to eat, with sides of human food, or the other way around, or any combination as long as it included some of both. It was going to get interesting.
He also hated the other rule about serving food and mealtimes Webber had come up with, as he heard it echo in his head.
All meals are to be eaten together at the long table in the dining room with all present, three times a day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is to ensure we know everyone eats, without worrying about people and Jellicles alike snacking needlessly throughout the day as so many do. Exempt from this rule of course, are anyone here who is pregnant, young children or kittens, as well as the elderly, as they need more sustenance and shouldn't be forced to abide to such strict control of food. Any human found stealing or hoarding food, however, will be strapped down and force fed a buchet or garum.
And to him, the worst bit was sitting next to his jellicle, not that it was a rule, the cat had just come up and sat down next to him.
To him, the cat was about as good for conversation as a hunk of wood. Not paying attention to anything he said, just eating his food slowly and occassionally smiling to some other cat at the other end of the table. It was torture.
"So, are you and Victoria still mates?" asked the dancer, hoping to at least get a nod of the head or something.
To this Plato just gave a small nod, as he finished the last bites of his meatloaf and sopped up what was left of the garum with some bread.
"You know that's disgusting, right?" he said, wrinkling his nose, as the Jellicle happily sunk his teeth into the bread repeatedly, savoring the taste.
Plato completely ignored everything Bryn said, as he was so good at doing, being mute. Instead he focused on the delicious food, something he was also good at.
"Well, I'll see you later," said Bryn, turning around angrilly, when a certain kitten came running up to him.
Plato saw her as well, his tiny daughter Grizabella, giggling loudly and swishing her tail, her whole face covered in garum sauce.
The young father turned around and opened his arms to her, to which the kitten let out a shriek and ran under the table, to which Plato smacked himself in the face in genuine frustration: it was his turn to bathe the kit.
Oh, the frustrations of parenthood!
To this Bryn just sighed, shaking his head. "I'm gonna go speak to Webber about the seating arrangement," he said, getting up.
Frank Thomson and Tony Timberlake stood in front of the sink washing dishes after dinner, with Asparagus Jr doing the drying.
"personally, I don't think taking meals together is so bad, it's a good way for us all to get to know each other better," said Frank, as he scrubbed a plate under the soapy water.
"Yeah, I don't see what that little runt Bryn is complaining about," agreed Tony, when he noticed a very disturbed looking Admetus sauntering into the kitchen, looking around as if in some kind of daze.
Noticing the men, he seemed to snap out of it, walking up to the sink and eyeing the contents suspiciously.
Without a word, Admetus picked up a laddle, dipped out some of the dish water, and took a gulp of it and then spitting and spluttering it out all over Frank and Tony. "This soup...it's terrible! What's in it?" he demanded, looking almost on the verge over a soup that wasn't really soup.
"Admetus, it's dishwater," said Frank, wiping off his face with his hand and narrowing his eyebrows at the Jellicle.
"Dishhhhwater?" asked the Jellicle, before briskly dropping to the floor and opening a cabinet. He reached inside and as soon as his hand was around the bottle of bleach, he popped back up to his feet faster than what would be considered normal, or even pleasant to see.
With his nose held high, he unscrewed the cap and set it down with his pinky raised, pouring in about half the container worth.
Picking up the laddle, Admetus dipped it again and top a long, heavy gulp from it, smacking his lips and wiping his mouth. "That, is how you make good dishwater," he said, with one eye twitching. "I don't know what that other stoff you were making was, but..."
"Admetus, you do realize that's enough bleach to kill a mule," said Asparagus Jr, pollitely coming between the two men and the deranged Jellicle.
"But it's soooo good," said Admetus with relish, as he filled the laddle again and took off like a road runner, Asparagus Jr hot on his heels.
Jenny and Jelly, Susan Jane Tanner and Susie McKenna, surrounded by kittens.
Jenny's youngest three, as well as Jelly's littlest ones, Cori and Tanto's adopted kits, Exotica's three even though her mate stayed home, Jemima's little one's with Misto, and Electra's one kitten, the father being unknown.
Griza wasn't with the group, as she was getting a much needed bath; unfortunately for the parents the garum doesn't taste as good dried onto a fury face.
They sat in front of the fire that was kept going by magic, the older queens and women trying to keep the kittens entertained during the storm that was raging outside.
They were doing a pretty good job, too, as the kittens were watching the fire fascinatedly as it changed colors every few seconds.
Their ohhs and ahhs were so syncrinized you would think it was planned, as they all stood excitedly as the fire suddenly turned from cobalt blue to a striking magenta.
One of the smaller kittens, a four year old old brown and white spotty queen with bright green eyes, stepped really close to the fire, leaning over too far.
"Careful Spotstical, don't burn your whiskers," warned Jenny, as she tried to pull the kitten back, but too late.
"Eeeeaak," cried the small queen, as her whiskers were pretty much singed off her face, leaving burnt little edges and a black smoke ring.
"Everyone back!" shooed Susan, Jelly helping her as she and the woman stepped between the group and the fire.
Pretty soon their small party was in an uproar, as the emotional, frightened kittens started to cry out for their parents. Some tried to run off, others grabbed onto the older queens legs, others curled up in little balls, but it was obvious they wouldn't be quiet for a while.
But really, it was kinda understandable. With a storm outside, a crying queen who had just had her whiskers burned off, too many people and other cats around as well as each other's negative energy... it was just too much to take.
"Spotstical!" said Electra, as she saw the commotion and hurried into the middle of it, rushing over to Jenny. Taking the kitten from her, she asked, "what happened to her whiskers?" She put her paw around Spotsical's chin, pulling her close so that she could take a good look to make sure she didn't actually get burned.
"They were burned off when she got too close to the fire," said Jenny, before adding, "and let this be a warning to the rest of you," addressing the other kittens, who layed back their ears at her tone.
"Come on, kit," sighed Electra, turning as she got a better grip on her daughter and headed toward the stairs. "We'll get you up to my room and take care of your face. Oh gee, just wait until my room mate find out I'm a"-"Electra?" called Leah, her eyes going wide at the sight of her Jellicle holding the little queen. "You have a kitten?"
Okay, so I really hope you like it, please review and leave any advice! Tell me what I'm doing wrong, tell me what I'm doing right, I just like hearing from yall.
By the way, who can guess who the father is?