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I don't own Bones

I do own Boots (well it's possible that he owns me).

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Booth had managed to find a game to watch and Sweets and Paul had gravitated into the living room to watch with him. Brennan, Angela and Cam stayed on the porch and talked about their kids. Daisy, feeling left out went for a walk and later when she came back joined the men to finish watching the game. Booth had worried that Daisy would be a pest; but, it turned out, Daisy loved baseball and could watch the game mostly in silence. She did have an opinion though; so, if the umpire screwed up a call, she was more than willing to point it out. Booth didn't mind because he did the same thing. All in all everyone had a very pleasant afternoon.

After a dinner of salad and sandwiches, almost everyone sat around talking. Booth finding the conversation to be dull, talked the kids into playing monopoly with him. Boots and the dogs hung around the game table, fighting over dropped corn chips and cookie crumbs. The dogs found out the hard way that if Boots wanted to investigate any food that fell from the table, it would be best if they let him do it first. He usually just smelled it and then walked away, leaving the treat for Michael's dogs. All in all, a fair compromise. What's a little cat spit if you get the treat in the end?

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That night, Boots decided that he didn't want to sleep with Christine. Let's face it, a room full of dogs and a small boy were not ideal sleeping companions for a cat. Before all of the bedroom doors were closed, Boots picked the room he wanted to sleep in and hid under the bed in that room. Lying down, Boots went to sleep and waited for his chosen sleep companions to go to bed. Cats choose who they choose and be damn to anyone else.

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When it came time for bed, Christine searched all over the cabin for Boots. Unable to find him, Christine looked for her father.

Finding Booth in his bedroom, sitting on the bed, Christine walked in and said, "Dad, I can't find Boots."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "I haven't seen him, Christine. Don't worry about it. He probably picked some out of the way place and he's sleeping. Keep your door open tonight and he'll probably come to you when he's ready."

Nodding her head, Christine said, "Where's Mom?"

Smiling, Booth said, "She's taking a shower. Don't forget to take one yourself. Just because we're in the woods doesn't mean you get out of taking a shower."

Frowning, Christine said, "I thought we were camping?"

Laughing, Booth said, "Honey, this is definitely not camping. This is just like home; so, take a shower before you go to bed."

Sadly, Christine said, "Ok, if you think I have to."

Smiling, Booth said, "The sad face was very good, Christine. I'll give you points for that one; but, you still have to take a shower."

Smiling, Christine said, "Thanks for the points Dad."

Walking out of the room, Christine walked back to her room and looked for her pjs and clean underwear so she would have clean clothes to wear after her shower.

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After showers were done and doors were closed, some locked, the Cabin became quiet. Well fairly quiet, depending upon where you were.

Much to Boots chagrin, he found that being under a bed when love making is going on can be very aggravating. After awhile, once the occupants of the bed above had exhausted themselves, Boots found the quiet above to be a relief. Waiting until he heard quiet breathing, Boots pulled himself out from under the bed and jumped upon it. Looking at the sleeping humans, Boots found that Booth was lying on his back with his legs spread apart. Boots thinking this would be a wonderful place to sleep, walked around the bed and then lay down between Booth's lowers legs. All was quiet and everyone was sleeping. Ah the peace and quiet, the tranquility, the, well you get the picture.

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Booth had been asleep for about an hour when he moved. Boots taking exception to Booth trying to move his legs together, extended his claws and left some marks on Booth's upper left thigh. Yelling, Booth jumped out of bed.

Looking around wildly, Booth said, "Damn it. Boots, you stupid son of a bitch, you almost scratched my"

Waking up, Brennan said, "Booth, quit yelling. What's going on?"

Fuming and looking around, Booth said, "Boots is in this room somewhere. I was sound asleep and he just scratched me. He came pretty close to my"

Nodding her head, Brennan said, "I got it. Boots is in the room and he was sleeping on you. You don't have to get carried away. Just open the door, maybe he'll leave."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Yeah, fine; but, he came pretty close to scratching my"

Sighing, Brennan said, "Booth, just open the door and get him to leave if you don't want him to sleep with you. I'm tired and want to go back to sleep,"

Mumbling, Booth walked over to the door and opened it. Seeing the door open, Boots ran from under the bed to the living room. Closing the door firmly behind Boots, Booth leaned down and felt the scratches. He wasn't very happy to find that his hand was wet.

Still mumbling, Booth walked over to the dresser and found some Kleenex. Taking a couple from the box, Booth used the Kleenex to daub at the scratches on his thigh. Walking over to the window for some light, Booth saw some blood. Sitting on the end of the bed, Booth held the Kleenex to the scratches until they stopped bleeding.

After awhile, Booth had the bleeding under control and went back to bed.

Sleepily concerned, Brennan said, "Are you alright?"

Lying on his back, Booth looked at the ceiling and said, "A few more inches and we would have had to give up sex for awhile."

Concerned, Brennan turned over and looked at Booth. "You must keep Boots out of our bedroom. I don't wish to forgo intercourse because of an unfortunate accident."

Rolling his eyes, Booth said, "Yeah, God forbid you can't have intercourse because I might be crippled."

Shaking her head, Brennan said, "Don't be such a drama queen."

Smiling, Booth said, "Yeah, let's see how you feel, if Boots ever scratches you near your"

Holding up her right hand, Brennan said, "Yes, you've made your point. We will endeavor to make sure that Boots stays out of our bedroom from now on."

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The day of the BBQ is coming up. I wonder where that bear went?