I don't own BTVS or AtS, mainly because I cant afford them... although, I am willing try out some sort of bartering system. Joss is the High Lord over all of these characters and I am just borrowing them and screwing around with their characterizations. Why else would Connor be so well adjusted? Anyway, this chapter is mainly for those of you who love Connor and his pet kitten Skittles. (For those of you, who do not know who Skittles is... He's Connor's pet cat, in my story. He got him in Dalliance of the Eagles.) Anyway, I have gotten a few requests for Skittles POV and I am aiming to please. So, let's get...
On with the show.
::Friends of NIMH- I Walk the Line::
Skittles is looking down the stairs at us. I'm sure he is just doing what cat's do. He's being curious. Dad said that cats were tons of trouble, on most counts, but he truly does like Skittles. I'm glad; because there is no way that I would ever get rid of him. He helps me forget all of the drama that is going on around here, lately.
Dad and Spike are fight, as per usual. We haven't had a client since that whole child werewolf fiasco. Poor Skittles! I thought he was going to crawl out of his skin, when the kid sprinted after him, down the hallways. If he had hurt my cat, *I* would have skinned the boy. There would have been no need of that 'Mr. Mal' or whatever his name was.
The other day, Spike and Angel came home and stomped up the stairs. Everything was normal except for the door banging and then, the whole Angel yelling thing. He started banging on spike's door and begging for him to open up... it was kind of funny. Well, it was funny when Lorne referred to it as a 'lover's spat' and Wesley said that he thought that their little 'tiffs' were cute.
Skittles is watching my hand, now. I move it left, he follows it with his eyes. I move it right... Well, you get the picture. He watches and haunches up, as I reach into my pocket and pull out a coin. He likes coins. I've started flipping them and catching them a lot, lately. Mainly, because I like to watch Skittles' obvious fascination with them. He is so easy to put into a trance.
You know, sometimes those little eyes of his light up over the strangest things. I noise, a movement, a smell.... Somehow, I think that I wouldn't be able to handle whatever is going through that little head of his. Well, at least, the bits that don't have to do with eating. Even so... Sometimes it just makes me wonder what he is really thinking.
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He keeps on tossing it up in the air. It's just a shiny piece of metal. It's the same shiny piece of metal that rules my dreams and keeps me hopping with anticipation, as it twists and turns on its way toward his palm. It's so round and so shiny. He flips it up and then he snatches it out of the air, just as quick. They call it a coin. I want to eat it.
Earlier today, I tried eating a piece of string hooked to the white haired guy's shoe. He came in and caught me. I think he was pretty angry, because he started growling at me, like a dog, and I really didn't like it. I hissed at him and then he flashed his teeth at me. I flashed my teeth at him and then he picked me up by the scruff of the neck and tossed me out into the hall. He slammed the door, before I could get back inside. I clawed at the wood for a while, but he was pretty adamant about keeping me outside. They call him Spike... I think that's a funny name.
You know, they talk about me like I can't understand what they are saying. They automatically assume that if I can't talk and I don't answer when spoken to, I must not be able to think, or something. Well, I understand just about everything they say, thank you so much! Connor talks to me, all of the time, and that definitely helps. He's the only one I listen to, anyway. He's nice. He also feeds me and changes out my litter box, so I gotta' pay, at least, a little attention to him.
Yesterday, the guy who brought me home was fighting with Spike. I'm pretty sure his name is Dad... or maybe it is Ass. I could be wrong, though. The two of them were growling through a door, at each other. Dad was slumped up against the door banging his head against the wood. I wanted to tell him that it wouldn't work, but he wouldn't have understood me, anyway.
Sometimes I try to tell Connor things, but he just ends up pushing me away or picking me up and petting me. That's okay, though. I like being petted. Spike ruffles my fur the wrong way and I *don't* like that! Dad usually just bounces his hand up and down on my head, a little. I think he is scared to rub me. I wouldn't scratch him. He feeds me, when Connor forgets to.
Spike keeps on making Dad angry. I think it's funny, when Dad gets angry, because then he says funny words that I don't understand. I'm pretty sure Spike doesn't understands them either, cause he usually just looks at Dad like he's stupid and then stomps away. Then, Dad growls and hits something, or he hurries after Spike to apologize.
I don't get why he's always apologizing. What they need to do is just fight it out. If they had a few good tumbles, with each other, they wouldn't be so angry, all of the time. I used to get mad at my brothers and sisters and we would fight it out, until Meow-mmy pulled one of us off of the other one. Then, we would lick and make up. It worked. Then, we would go awhile and do it all over again.
I think that Spike is planning on doing something to me. He's been grinning at me a lot, lately. I don't like it when he flashes his teeth. They are bigger than mine. I have sharp little teeth and retractable claws, but they are nothing compared to his mouth full of off-whites.
I'm not sure, but I think Spike may still be angry with me for using the litter box in his little shoe room. He was the one who shut the door to my room, though! I needed to go! He probably thought he was locking me in, but instead he locked me out. I wasn't doing it to be mean. I just figured that he was the one who shut off the door to my box, so he was the one to get his feet wet.
Connor spanked me for doing it, but I think it was worth it, to see Spike throw his shoe through a window. Dad was angry over the broken glass, so he should have spanked Spike. Then, it would have been fair. Instead, I get spanked and Spike got coddled by one of the females. It was the one shaped like a vase. I think she smells good. I'm pretty sure that Connor thinks she smells good too. I know that he likes to look at her. All of the guys do, but they also like to look at the skinny female and go, 'Aww'.
I don't like her much. The people think she is cute and I can't afford for someone here to be cuter than me. I make too many messes for that to happen. I know that if I tried, I wouldn't make so many messes, but my bladder is still small and I can't always reach my litter box, in time. Then, I'll see a house plant and... Well, they are convenient. Dad gets the angriest over that, cause he has a really good nose. So does Spike, but I don't care if he gets sick over the smell.
The other day a small human was here and he started chasing me around. Connor started chasing him and tried to catch me before the small boy could. I jumped up on the counter and leapt up toward the top of the shelf. I turned and tried to scratch the little boy, but Connor dragged the boy back and then got in a pulling war with him. Connor was yanking on his legs and the boy was holding on to the shelf. I was too busy hissing and spitting, to see what exactly happened, before Connor pulled me off the top shelf. I was still pretty mad, so I batted him in the face. I kinda feel bad about it now, but I'm sure Connor has forgiven me.
Hmm... I'm sitting on the top stair, watching them all. The girls are petting each other's claws, with some sort of colored stuff. It smells bad. The dark man and the guy with horns are talking with the other guy. He smells bad, too. He reminds me of that drink that Spike likes to gulp down. Not the blood. The yellow stuff that comes out of cans or bottles. Spike drinks a lot of them some nights and then he sleeps the whole next day. Dad fusses all day long, when that happens. He acts like he's mad at everyone, but I think he's really just mad at Spike. Kind of like when Spike growls at Connor, because I've done something wrong. I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing to do.
Sometimes I wish I understood what everyone around here was so upset about. There always seems to be something that is ticking everybody off. Maybe, I'll just have to try harder to ignore them.
Connor is walking toward me, now. He stopped flipping that coin a few minutes ago. I think he stuck it in his pocket. I'll have to search for it later. He's bending down to pick me up. Well, I guess I better do something cute, so he won't get mad when he sees that his little pillow is missing. I've rolled over on my back and batted at his hand. He's doing that 'aww' face. I just love it when he does that.
You know what? As he cuddles me close, I realize that I don't care if Spike is planning on getting me. I don't care if Dad is kicking things and yelling in that funny language. All I care about is if my tummy is full and my litter box is clean, and you know what? It is.
That is The End of Skittles' Attention Span
-Now, wasn't that precious. Everybody can say 'Aww', now. Hehe. Yes, that was dedicated to Chelsea and Luba, my crypt mama. It is also dedicated to any of you who happen to love Skittles to pieces, as I do. There! The cat has a personality, now! Haha! Oh, and this will be the end of Friends of NIMH. I can't write any more First Person POVs, right now, cause they are killing me. So, show me some love and I'll try to start you up a good story. Love you guys, bunches.-
--The subtitle was I Walk the Line, which is a Johnny Cash song. I actually cried when I heard of his (and John Ritter's) untimely death(s) and I just wanted to show some love. They were wonderful talents, who knew their niches, and were brave enough to follow through.-
On with the show.
::Friends of NIMH- I Walk the Line::
Skittles is looking down the stairs at us. I'm sure he is just doing what cat's do. He's being curious. Dad said that cats were tons of trouble, on most counts, but he truly does like Skittles. I'm glad; because there is no way that I would ever get rid of him. He helps me forget all of the drama that is going on around here, lately.
Dad and Spike are fight, as per usual. We haven't had a client since that whole child werewolf fiasco. Poor Skittles! I thought he was going to crawl out of his skin, when the kid sprinted after him, down the hallways. If he had hurt my cat, *I* would have skinned the boy. There would have been no need of that 'Mr. Mal' or whatever his name was.
The other day, Spike and Angel came home and stomped up the stairs. Everything was normal except for the door banging and then, the whole Angel yelling thing. He started banging on spike's door and begging for him to open up... it was kind of funny. Well, it was funny when Lorne referred to it as a 'lover's spat' and Wesley said that he thought that their little 'tiffs' were cute.
Skittles is watching my hand, now. I move it left, he follows it with his eyes. I move it right... Well, you get the picture. He watches and haunches up, as I reach into my pocket and pull out a coin. He likes coins. I've started flipping them and catching them a lot, lately. Mainly, because I like to watch Skittles' obvious fascination with them. He is so easy to put into a trance.
You know, sometimes those little eyes of his light up over the strangest things. I noise, a movement, a smell.... Somehow, I think that I wouldn't be able to handle whatever is going through that little head of his. Well, at least, the bits that don't have to do with eating. Even so... Sometimes it just makes me wonder what he is really thinking.
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He keeps on tossing it up in the air. It's just a shiny piece of metal. It's the same shiny piece of metal that rules my dreams and keeps me hopping with anticipation, as it twists and turns on its way toward his palm. It's so round and so shiny. He flips it up and then he snatches it out of the air, just as quick. They call it a coin. I want to eat it.
Earlier today, I tried eating a piece of string hooked to the white haired guy's shoe. He came in and caught me. I think he was pretty angry, because he started growling at me, like a dog, and I really didn't like it. I hissed at him and then he flashed his teeth at me. I flashed my teeth at him and then he picked me up by the scruff of the neck and tossed me out into the hall. He slammed the door, before I could get back inside. I clawed at the wood for a while, but he was pretty adamant about keeping me outside. They call him Spike... I think that's a funny name.
You know, they talk about me like I can't understand what they are saying. They automatically assume that if I can't talk and I don't answer when spoken to, I must not be able to think, or something. Well, I understand just about everything they say, thank you so much! Connor talks to me, all of the time, and that definitely helps. He's the only one I listen to, anyway. He's nice. He also feeds me and changes out my litter box, so I gotta' pay, at least, a little attention to him.
Yesterday, the guy who brought me home was fighting with Spike. I'm pretty sure his name is Dad... or maybe it is Ass. I could be wrong, though. The two of them were growling through a door, at each other. Dad was slumped up against the door banging his head against the wood. I wanted to tell him that it wouldn't work, but he wouldn't have understood me, anyway.
Sometimes I try to tell Connor things, but he just ends up pushing me away or picking me up and petting me. That's okay, though. I like being petted. Spike ruffles my fur the wrong way and I *don't* like that! Dad usually just bounces his hand up and down on my head, a little. I think he is scared to rub me. I wouldn't scratch him. He feeds me, when Connor forgets to.
Spike keeps on making Dad angry. I think it's funny, when Dad gets angry, because then he says funny words that I don't understand. I'm pretty sure Spike doesn't understands them either, cause he usually just looks at Dad like he's stupid and then stomps away. Then, Dad growls and hits something, or he hurries after Spike to apologize.
I don't get why he's always apologizing. What they need to do is just fight it out. If they had a few good tumbles, with each other, they wouldn't be so angry, all of the time. I used to get mad at my brothers and sisters and we would fight it out, until Meow-mmy pulled one of us off of the other one. Then, we would lick and make up. It worked. Then, we would go awhile and do it all over again.
I think that Spike is planning on doing something to me. He's been grinning at me a lot, lately. I don't like it when he flashes his teeth. They are bigger than mine. I have sharp little teeth and retractable claws, but they are nothing compared to his mouth full of off-whites.
I'm not sure, but I think Spike may still be angry with me for using the litter box in his little shoe room. He was the one who shut the door to my room, though! I needed to go! He probably thought he was locking me in, but instead he locked me out. I wasn't doing it to be mean. I just figured that he was the one who shut off the door to my box, so he was the one to get his feet wet.
Connor spanked me for doing it, but I think it was worth it, to see Spike throw his shoe through a window. Dad was angry over the broken glass, so he should have spanked Spike. Then, it would have been fair. Instead, I get spanked and Spike got coddled by one of the females. It was the one shaped like a vase. I think she smells good. I'm pretty sure that Connor thinks she smells good too. I know that he likes to look at her. All of the guys do, but they also like to look at the skinny female and go, 'Aww'.
I don't like her much. The people think she is cute and I can't afford for someone here to be cuter than me. I make too many messes for that to happen. I know that if I tried, I wouldn't make so many messes, but my bladder is still small and I can't always reach my litter box, in time. Then, I'll see a house plant and... Well, they are convenient. Dad gets the angriest over that, cause he has a really good nose. So does Spike, but I don't care if he gets sick over the smell.
The other day a small human was here and he started chasing me around. Connor started chasing him and tried to catch me before the small boy could. I jumped up on the counter and leapt up toward the top of the shelf. I turned and tried to scratch the little boy, but Connor dragged the boy back and then got in a pulling war with him. Connor was yanking on his legs and the boy was holding on to the shelf. I was too busy hissing and spitting, to see what exactly happened, before Connor pulled me off the top shelf. I was still pretty mad, so I batted him in the face. I kinda feel bad about it now, but I'm sure Connor has forgiven me.
Hmm... I'm sitting on the top stair, watching them all. The girls are petting each other's claws, with some sort of colored stuff. It smells bad. The dark man and the guy with horns are talking with the other guy. He smells bad, too. He reminds me of that drink that Spike likes to gulp down. Not the blood. The yellow stuff that comes out of cans or bottles. Spike drinks a lot of them some nights and then he sleeps the whole next day. Dad fusses all day long, when that happens. He acts like he's mad at everyone, but I think he's really just mad at Spike. Kind of like when Spike growls at Connor, because I've done something wrong. I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing to do.
Sometimes I wish I understood what everyone around here was so upset about. There always seems to be something that is ticking everybody off. Maybe, I'll just have to try harder to ignore them.
Connor is walking toward me, now. He stopped flipping that coin a few minutes ago. I think he stuck it in his pocket. I'll have to search for it later. He's bending down to pick me up. Well, I guess I better do something cute, so he won't get mad when he sees that his little pillow is missing. I've rolled over on my back and batted at his hand. He's doing that 'aww' face. I just love it when he does that.
You know what? As he cuddles me close, I realize that I don't care if Spike is planning on getting me. I don't care if Dad is kicking things and yelling in that funny language. All I care about is if my tummy is full and my litter box is clean, and you know what? It is.
That is The End of Skittles' Attention Span
-Now, wasn't that precious. Everybody can say 'Aww', now. Hehe. Yes, that was dedicated to Chelsea and Luba, my crypt mama. It is also dedicated to any of you who happen to love Skittles to pieces, as I do. There! The cat has a personality, now! Haha! Oh, and this will be the end of Friends of NIMH. I can't write any more First Person POVs, right now, cause they are killing me. So, show me some love and I'll try to start you up a good story. Love you guys, bunches.-
--The subtitle was I Walk the Line, which is a Johnny Cash song. I actually cried when I heard of his (and John Ritter's) untimely death(s) and I just wanted to show some love. They were wonderful talents, who knew their niches, and were brave enough to follow through.-
