For kkcliffy

What on Earth had they done to the cat?

Prowl had come home to suspicious smiles and was being kept away from the kitchen by Jazz and Bluestreak. Socks was nowhere to be seen.

But in a moment of distraction, Prowl managed to slip away and peek into the kitchen to see their cat sprawled out on its basket, dribbling with its tail lazily flicking to and fro. Striding over to the cupboards, Prowl found a brand new and unopened bag of catnip.

Prowl slowly turned and lazily strode into the living room, where he'd left Jazz and Bluestreak.

"So." He said, lifting the bag of catnip. The colour promptly left the pairs faces and they shared a glance that screamed 'shit!'. "Is anyone willing to explain?"

"I was at school all day!" Bluestreak immediately said, throwing his hands up in a placating gesture. Jazz shot him a glare. Thanks a lot. Bluestreak simply grinned in return. He was safe.

Prowls glare turned to Jazz, and he visibly shrunk back under his intense gaze. "Ah may have had a lil' nap? Socks must'a broken in then."

"You know you shouldn't sleep during the day! It's bad for you!"

"Well Ah wouldn't have had ta if ya weren't keepin' meh up last night."

"If memory serves me correctly, it was you who-"

"Please! Stop!" Bluestreak whined, covering his ears and rolling off the sofa. "I don't wanna know!"

And with that, Bluestreak picked himself off the floor and escaped the room, announcing that he was going to do some homework.

"Apparently it was Sunstreaker who gave him the catnip. Sideswipe wouldn't give him a free one." Jazz quietly said, glancing at Prowl to gauge his reaction. He twitched and looked at Jazz.

"No."

"Aww come on Prowler, he's old enough ta choose for himself!"

"No." Prowl replied as he threw the bag of catnip at Jazz. "Go put this away properly, then you can nap again. I'll see how our cat is feeling."

Jazz sighed and stood up, padding towards the kitchen behind Prowl to try and stuff the packet somewhere Socks couldn't get to while Prowl attempted to see how the animal was doing.

As it turned out, Socks was starting to overcome its affect and they had the energy to lazily paw at Prowls face, although their chin was still slick with drool and Prowl was unwilling to allow the cat to smear its dribble all over him. Eventually managing to maneuver the cat into a more comfortable position, Prowl picked them up by the middle and tried to not be too distressed at the way they limply hung there and allowed Prowl to carry them like that. Jazz barely muffled his snorts of laughter, remarking that they looked like a ferret.

Prowl was halfway to sleep by the time Socks had found it within themselves to pluck themselves up from their drool-slickened basket and drop themselves down onto Prowls chest.

They jolted at the sudden weight, quickly relaxing when he noticed that it was just the cat. Jazz was still fast asleep next to him and was snoring, most of the covers wrapped around him as always. Prowl rearranged what little of the duvet Jazz had left him to allow Socks to wriggle in underneath and cuddle up to him.

Everything was fine and Prowl was ready to go back to sleep again until he noticed just how wet the cat was.

"Eugh! Socks, no! That's disgusting!" Prowl scolded as he promptly pushed the cat off of him and onto the floor. Socks gave him a wounded look before slinking away, most likely to cuddle up to Bluestreak instead.

Jazz was quietly snickering to himself, obviously woken by the commotion. Prowl raised an eyebrow at him.

"Finding this funny are we?"

"Incredibly."

Prowl didn't even reply. No, instead he ripped the covers away from Jazz and promptly rubbed his wet t-shirt all over him whilst fighting off the other mans flailing limbs.

"Prowler!" Jazz whined, tilting his face away from the wet garment. "Ah was dry!"

"So was I until your cat came in and slobbered all over me."

"If Ah remember correctly, ya were the one who picked it up."

"It was going to die if I didn't. Besides, you're the one who begged to keep it, so it's yours."

"It prefers ya."

"I wonder why?" Prowl casually replied as he finally managed to stuff the t-shirt into Jazz's open mouth.

Jazz nearly screamed, tearing his face away and rolling off the bed. "Oh man Ah think Ah'm gunna be sick." He moaned, tongue sticking out of his mouth.

"Make sure you do it in the toilet." Prowl replied as he finally stripped off the wet t-shirt, his mission accomplished.

"So cold, Prowler."

Apparently only 2/3 of cats are affected by catnip? Or it may be 1/3 are, I can't really remember. And lions are immune to its charms; my safari escape plan has been ruined.

Sorry updates have been slow, college has piled me up nicely with work and I had to go to hospital today! Gotta go back in two weeks time.

~Llama