Kittens?
Disclaimer=none of the characters belong to me, except the kittens.
Setting=When Buffy and Spike are still doing their thang before Riley comes in (That jerk!)
Dedication=for my little circle of buddies, you guys rock!
A/N Asking me for a crazy story is like asking fro extra crispy at KFC, it's expected (and comes
with some coleslaw ~_^) oh, and thoughts are outlined with *'s
Feedback=seconds please!
"So, you gonna eat 'em here?"
"Uhhh, no...I like my kittens...free range.."
"Oh, sure..so I take it you're not gonna share 'em.."
"No."
Spike walked out of the demon bar, toting a large potato sack filled to the brim with adorable
little tabby kittens. He was glad that noone had noticed that he was cheating at kitten poker that
night.
"Shhhhhh, little guys, Spiky's not gonna let anyone hurt you...shhh" He cooed in the direction of
the wriggling bag, his ace quickened as he saw that dawn was near, and he headed home, kittens
mewing all the way.
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The next night
"Mew!"
"Shhhhh!!!"
"Meow!!!"(louder)
SHHHHH!" (More urgently)
"Mew?!"
"Quiet, love"
"Spike, who are you talking to?"
"You, pet, you were being...loud.."
Spike made a frantic move to cover up a baby's playpen in his room, throwing large blanket over
it.
"Spike?" Buffy's voice came from the upper level of the crypt.
"Yeah, love?" He said, sitting on the edge of his bed his ultra-blue eyes flitting around the room.
(In absolute innocence of course)
*Yep, nothing goin' on here, love*
*No reason to suspect a thing...there's just some mewing coming from a big box in the middle
of the room..nothing to be alarmed about...*
Buffy peered into Spike's bedroom
"Why is there a big box in your room..covered by a blanket?"
"Big shipment of...cigarettes just came in, love, the blanket keeps them from...rotting...."
"Rotting?"
"Yeah, these are Bolivian cigarettes, love, rot real easy...quick too...best not take off the blanket"
"Right...well, I gotta go, Dawn's waiting"
"Right, can't keep the 'Bit waitin' then, off you go..."
He heard the door close.
"Shhhh, loves" He pulled the blanket off of his secret stash. "Noone's gonna hurt you" He picked
one up, cuddling it to his chest. It started purring immediately. "Ohhh, I'm gonna call you fuzz-
for-brains, yes I am!"
Disclaimer=none of the characters belong to me, except the kittens.
Setting=When Buffy and Spike are still doing their thang before Riley comes in (That jerk!)
Dedication=for my little circle of buddies, you guys rock!
A/N Asking me for a crazy story is like asking fro extra crispy at KFC, it's expected (and comes
with some coleslaw ~_^) oh, and thoughts are outlined with *'s
Feedback=seconds please!
"So, you gonna eat 'em here?"
"Uhhh, no...I like my kittens...free range.."
"Oh, sure..so I take it you're not gonna share 'em.."
"No."
Spike walked out of the demon bar, toting a large potato sack filled to the brim with adorable
little tabby kittens. He was glad that noone had noticed that he was cheating at kitten poker that
night.
"Shhhhhh, little guys, Spiky's not gonna let anyone hurt you...shhh" He cooed in the direction of
the wriggling bag, his ace quickened as he saw that dawn was near, and he headed home, kittens
mewing all the way.
*****************************************************************************
The next night
"Mew!"
"Shhhhh!!!"
"Meow!!!"(louder)
SHHHHH!" (More urgently)
"Mew?!"
"Quiet, love"
"Spike, who are you talking to?"
"You, pet, you were being...loud.."
Spike made a frantic move to cover up a baby's playpen in his room, throwing large blanket over
it.
"Spike?" Buffy's voice came from the upper level of the crypt.
"Yeah, love?" He said, sitting on the edge of his bed his ultra-blue eyes flitting around the room.
(In absolute innocence of course)
*Yep, nothing goin' on here, love*
*No reason to suspect a thing...there's just some mewing coming from a big box in the middle
of the room..nothing to be alarmed about...*
Buffy peered into Spike's bedroom
"Why is there a big box in your room..covered by a blanket?"
"Big shipment of...cigarettes just came in, love, the blanket keeps them from...rotting...."
"Rotting?"
"Yeah, these are Bolivian cigarettes, love, rot real easy...quick too...best not take off the blanket"
"Right...well, I gotta go, Dawn's waiting"
"Right, can't keep the 'Bit waitin' then, off you go..."
He heard the door close.
"Shhhh, loves" He pulled the blanket off of his secret stash. "Noone's gonna hurt you" He picked
one up, cuddling it to his chest. It started purring immediately. "Ohhh, I'm gonna call you fuzz-
for-brains, yes I am!"