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Duo: My... my room....

Loki: Here's chapter 4 of... FELINE FRENZY!!

Feline Frenzy

Target: Trowa Barton

by Loki

Trowa held the tiny kitten in his left hand, as he shut the door. He sighed and placed the calico cat on the floor. He just slouched onto the edge of the bed, and stared at the animal. "Mew, mew..." the kitten mewed.

Trowa hid a smile, as the kitty examined it's surroundings, while spinning its head round and round So of course, it got dizzy, and fell upside down. Trowa looked away when he noticed that it was a girl. (Thank you Katt for giving me this info) She picked herself up, and tried to jump on Trowa's lap. But her legs were still weak and flimsy, so she fell again. "Your very clumsy aren't you?" he asked.

"Mew."

Trowa picked her up and set her on his legs. "Ill call you Clutz," he said, proud of his name.

Clutz pawed at a piece of Trowa's bang, but stumbled, and fell to the ground. With great reflex, he grabbed her, and placed Clutz next to him. "Try not to kill yourself," he said, as he went to lift some weights.

In the corner of his room, was his personal weight set, and also a little trampoline where he practices his high jumps in air (you don't think he was just born with it do you?). Clutz sneezed, and glanced at Trowa, as he picked up a 200 pound weight.

She placed herself near the edge of the bed, and positioned herself. She pounced off the bed, and into a pile of clothes, which cushioned the landing. Clutz tried to get herself untangled from the shirts and pants, but just couldn't do it.

A knock on the door caught Trowa's attention. He opened it with a, "Yes?"

It was a female Maganac, who was their maid. She was dressed in modern day clothes, but had a bandanna on her head. "Im here to take your laundry, Master Trowa."

"Yeah, sure. Hold on."

Trowa set the weight down, and walked to the laundry. He put it in the basket, and gave it to the woman. "Thanks."

"No problem." She bowed and closed the door.

Trowa sighed and searched the room. "Clutz?" He picked up his blanket, and than the pillows. "Clutz, where are you?"

His eyes went wide. "No... she couldn't have." Trowa raced out the door, and watched as the Maganac woman walked away from the laundry shoot. He stuck his head in the shoot and heard an echoing, "Mmmmeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww......."

"Clutz!"He ran down the stairs, and past Quatre, who was still mourning over his Grandfather Clock.

He ran down another flight of stairs, and reached the basement. Clicking on the lights, he searched through the laundry, hoping to find his kitten. "Clutz? You here, girl?"

"Mbbeebbbbeeebbbbwwwwbbbbb..." came a muffled kitty cry.

In horror, Trowa turned to the washer machine, and watched as a ball of orange, red, brown, and yellow swish around in the soap and water. Quickly, he opened it up, and the water poured from it. Like a good cat, Clutz landed on her feet, but just fell to the ground because of her weak legs.

Trowa picked her up and began to dry her off with a towel. "You ok?"

Clutz hiccuped and a tiny bubble emerged from her mouth. He petted her damp back and tried to calm her down. Finally, when she was well again, he set her down on the floor. In Clutz's POV, the whole room was in bright colors, and it was spinning. Trowa watched as she swayed back and forth like a drunk hiccuping all the way. She just fell down again, a little sick, and tried to sleep.

Of course, Trowa was a little scared that she was dead, and poked her a couple times, much to her annoyance. She growled at him, but then something else growled. Cluz was very hungry. With all her might, Clutz stumbled towards Trowa, pawing at his hand. "Mew! Mew Mew!! Mew!!"

Trowa just stared at her confusedly, wondering what she wanted. "Mew! Mew! Mew!!"

He picked her up, and examined her face. She was still wet from the incident with the washer, but she seemed to be ok. And then her stomach growled. "Oh. You want food."

He placed her in his arms, and slowly walked down the stairs. Trowa went into the kitchen, and searched for milk. When he did find it, he poured it into a bowl and smiled. "Drink."

Clutz stared at him with utmost confusion. Oh yeah, we have to give them milk in a bottle.... he looked around the room. Since nothing remotely recognized a bottle, Trowa settled with a baser.

Trowa made sure that the whole thing was filled, and brought it to Clutz. "Open up," he said, as he placed it near her mouth. Still not understanding what he was doing, Clutz just sat there as he pressed this huge weapon on her face.

He cursed, and opened up her mouth. When it was, he gently placed it in her mouth, and dropped a few drops in her mouth.

Tasting the wonderful taste of fresh milk, Clutz sipped it up happily. Trowa smiled, as she pawed at it, trying to get a better grip, and squeezed a little more.

More milk flooded into her mouth, and she tried to quickly swallow it.

From Trowa's view, it looked like she wanted more, so he pressed a little harder....

Even more milk came, and she had to drink quicker... this was a little more than she wanted. Trowa pushed it really hard.

Milt spurt from Clutz's mouth as she gave up on drinking it, and tried to get it out. He gasped when he saw that she was gasping, and pulled the baser out of her mouth. Clutz took in deep breaths of air, and took a few steps backwards. She fell off the edge, and into a trashcan. Lucky for her, Duo tried to make lasagna that day... or maybe it wasn't lucky. Trowa frowned as he saw his garbage-ridden kitten (that rhymes!) scramble in the trash. He picked her up, and placed her in the sink. Time for a bath.

As he carefully scrubbed her back, she purred happily, and tried to stand up. But her paws still had soap on it, and she fell flat on her face.

He smiled and whispered, "You clumsy fool..."

A/N: Well, I went easy on Trowa in this story... I didn't let him have his bangs chopped off.

Trowa: to reviewers? Th... Thankyou...

Loki: Anyway, I hope I get a lot of reviews for this chapter, I know it wasn't as funny as the others, but I hope it was at least a little entertaining. Just so you know, Quatre will be next, so if you recomend anything, I'll appreciate it!

Quatre: No! It's my turn! grabs his kitten and runs away NEVER!!

Loki: R&R! .... now where's my Algebra book.....

Ja ne, Loki