HieZ! Thanks for the reviews!!!! *beeeg smiley* Oh by the way I've just
read Bridget Jone's diary, and. . . all I can say is that the f word gets
mentioned a lot. o_0
Here goes. Chapter 7.
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution. (Man, I'm getting tired of writing this!)
Entry 7
You'll never guess what just happened.
I got a pet kitten! I was tired of sitting in the Institute doing nothing and waiting for Rogue to come back, so that I could once again pour out my woes to her. I left for town, and before I knew what I was doing, I came out of a pet shop with a cute little calico kitten in my arms. I bought all of the stuff and kitten-care products it required too, like food, litter boxes, and a special toothbrush (I know. A toothbrush for cats?? Don't ask me where that came from).
The moment I got back, Logan saw what I was carrying and almost fell off his armchair. I hurriedly explained to him that the professor hadn't said anything about disallowing us from keeping pets, and how the poor little kitten looked so lonely when I first saw it. He didn't look very convinced, though, and told me to "keep that thing out of my (Logan's) room or you'll never get to see it again". For a guy with animal instincts and all, he sure isn't very friendly to animals.
Then Kurt and Evan came back, and were busy poking it (yes, POKING IT) and asking me what I was going to name it. I guess I never really thought about its name yet, and I'm NOT calling it Kitty, due to all the cracks they were making over dinner. The professor just smiled when I showed it to him, so I guess the kitten is allowed in the Institute. I mean, who could chase out a cute little ball of fur?
Logan, apparently.
After dinner, the kitten started following him around. EVERYWHERE. And despite my efforts to keep him _away_ from Logan, it seemed to insist on stretching against Logan's leg constantly. And with the new bell attached to the collar, there was this "tinkle-tinkle" sound wherever it went, which was also where Logan went. If Logan went to the kitchen for a beer, it'd follow, mewing away. If Logan went to the bathroom, it'd follow him in too, which I could tell was driving him crazy. He started yelling at me for buying the darned thing in the first place, and how it was attaching itself to him like a ******** [the author has kindly censored this word out to keep the rating at G] barnacle that wouldn't let go.
After another ten minutes of enduring his very prolonged ranting, I was released back to my room with my kitten. Jeez. Logan should learn to get on better with animals, or I'll never feel safe leaving the poor calico alone in the Institute with him, in the event that one day he'll get pissed enough to do something. . . bad. Like, I don't know, SHAVE IT?!
Rogue just came back. She was still wearing her 'new style', with no trace of goth-ness anywhere. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the pile of fur on my bed, and I thought she was going to throw a fit when she saw the litter box in the bathroom under the sink (possibly because of the smell). She told me that when Jean went to the bathroom, _she_ was going to throw a fit too. Great, that's just what I wanted to hear. TWO head-ons with Jean in a week can be really tiring when you stop to think about it.
Anyway, Rogue flopped on her bed, looking really happy. When I asked her why she was so smiley all of a sudden, snapping her out of her reverie, she said, "What makes you think I'm happy? I'm acting perfectly normal." Then she went back to grinning like a maniac. This is ROGUE we're talking about. I tried bugging her some more, but it didn't work. She just continued grinning at the ceiling in this glazed manner, so I assumed there wasn't going to be any more talking for the rest of the night.
Suddenly, she started talking again, which was a big shock to me, as I have an unconditionally weak heart, and might keel over at even the slightest scare (the Lance issue has only contributed to it, believe me). She asked if the kitten was a boy or girl, and if I wanted to, I could call it Lance. Ha! She's up to something, but I'm not quite sure what. She's looking at me again, as if she knows something I don't. Which is driving me crazy.
Okay. I just asked her opinion if I should call Lance tonight to straighten things out, and Rogue told me in her _knowing_ voice that I could find out what he was up to tomorrow. One question: ARE THEY PLOTTING AGAINST ME?? Because at the moment, Rogue's deliriously happy look has changed into some weird expression which I can't quite interpret. If I didn't know her any better, I'd say it one of evil amusement. But it can't be. Right? RIGHT?
Reminder: Hide in the morning before Jean enters the bathroom and finds out about the very stinky litter box. Oh, and clear the cat poop in it.
Major reminder: Hide Logan's shaver.
TBC
Here goes. Chapter 7.
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution. (Man, I'm getting tired of writing this!)
Entry 7
You'll never guess what just happened.
I got a pet kitten! I was tired of sitting in the Institute doing nothing and waiting for Rogue to come back, so that I could once again pour out my woes to her. I left for town, and before I knew what I was doing, I came out of a pet shop with a cute little calico kitten in my arms. I bought all of the stuff and kitten-care products it required too, like food, litter boxes, and a special toothbrush (I know. A toothbrush for cats?? Don't ask me where that came from).
The moment I got back, Logan saw what I was carrying and almost fell off his armchair. I hurriedly explained to him that the professor hadn't said anything about disallowing us from keeping pets, and how the poor little kitten looked so lonely when I first saw it. He didn't look very convinced, though, and told me to "keep that thing out of my (Logan's) room or you'll never get to see it again". For a guy with animal instincts and all, he sure isn't very friendly to animals.
Then Kurt and Evan came back, and were busy poking it (yes, POKING IT) and asking me what I was going to name it. I guess I never really thought about its name yet, and I'm NOT calling it Kitty, due to all the cracks they were making over dinner. The professor just smiled when I showed it to him, so I guess the kitten is allowed in the Institute. I mean, who could chase out a cute little ball of fur?
Logan, apparently.
After dinner, the kitten started following him around. EVERYWHERE. And despite my efforts to keep him _away_ from Logan, it seemed to insist on stretching against Logan's leg constantly. And with the new bell attached to the collar, there was this "tinkle-tinkle" sound wherever it went, which was also where Logan went. If Logan went to the kitchen for a beer, it'd follow, mewing away. If Logan went to the bathroom, it'd follow him in too, which I could tell was driving him crazy. He started yelling at me for buying the darned thing in the first place, and how it was attaching itself to him like a ******** [the author has kindly censored this word out to keep the rating at G] barnacle that wouldn't let go.
After another ten minutes of enduring his very prolonged ranting, I was released back to my room with my kitten. Jeez. Logan should learn to get on better with animals, or I'll never feel safe leaving the poor calico alone in the Institute with him, in the event that one day he'll get pissed enough to do something. . . bad. Like, I don't know, SHAVE IT?!
Rogue just came back. She was still wearing her 'new style', with no trace of goth-ness anywhere. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the pile of fur on my bed, and I thought she was going to throw a fit when she saw the litter box in the bathroom under the sink (possibly because of the smell). She told me that when Jean went to the bathroom, _she_ was going to throw a fit too. Great, that's just what I wanted to hear. TWO head-ons with Jean in a week can be really tiring when you stop to think about it.
Anyway, Rogue flopped on her bed, looking really happy. When I asked her why she was so smiley all of a sudden, snapping her out of her reverie, she said, "What makes you think I'm happy? I'm acting perfectly normal." Then she went back to grinning like a maniac. This is ROGUE we're talking about. I tried bugging her some more, but it didn't work. She just continued grinning at the ceiling in this glazed manner, so I assumed there wasn't going to be any more talking for the rest of the night.
Suddenly, she started talking again, which was a big shock to me, as I have an unconditionally weak heart, and might keel over at even the slightest scare (the Lance issue has only contributed to it, believe me). She asked if the kitten was a boy or girl, and if I wanted to, I could call it Lance. Ha! She's up to something, but I'm not quite sure what. She's looking at me again, as if she knows something I don't. Which is driving me crazy.
Okay. I just asked her opinion if I should call Lance tonight to straighten things out, and Rogue told me in her _knowing_ voice that I could find out what he was up to tomorrow. One question: ARE THEY PLOTTING AGAINST ME?? Because at the moment, Rogue's deliriously happy look has changed into some weird expression which I can't quite interpret. If I didn't know her any better, I'd say it one of evil amusement. But it can't be. Right? RIGHT?
Reminder: Hide in the morning before Jean enters the bathroom and finds out about the very stinky litter box. Oh, and clear the cat poop in it.
Major reminder: Hide Logan's shaver.
TBC