Chapter 2
OK, thank you to everybody who reviewed this story, it means a lot. I spent most of my Study Hall today writing this down, so it's still fresh in my memory. Yay! And, in reply to VestqueX, I did not know that I had my settings to not accept anonymous reviews, thanks for pointing that out. It's fixed now. Ok. Good. Bananas. It's story time!!!
"....And so the fireman survived," the TV blared from the underground living room. Inside the dojo, Leonardo winced. He wished that just once Raph would turn the volume down on the television set. How was he supposed to get any meditation done with that noise?
Leo opened one eye and looked at Master Splinter, who was meditating across from him. He looked undisturbed. Leo smiled faintly. Master Splinter could probably meditate undisturbed through a nuclear war. Leo's stomach made an odd noise. He looked down at it. Splinter suddenly opened his eyes.
"Perhaps we should continue tomorrow, Leonardo," he said, "You are no longer concentrating."
Leo looked down at the floor. "Yes, sensei."
"Hey guys, I'm home!" Mikey's voice floated into the dojo.
Suddenly Leo heard Raph scream. He and Splinter raced into the living room where Donatello was standing, trying not to fall down laughing at the look on Raph's face.
Mikey stood in the doorway holding a brown kitten in one hand and a large pizza box in the other. Don hurried forward and took the pizza so Mikey could use both hands to support the kitten.
Raph pointed at the furry brown ball in his brother's hands. "What the...what the hell is that?!" He yelled.
Mikey chuckled a little. 'It's a cat, Raph. A baby one."
Splinter stepped forward. "Michelangelo-''
"He can't survive on his own, sensei," Mikey interjected. "Come on, please? If he's too much trouble, we'll drop him off at the NY animal shelter, ok? Let's at least give him a week for observation."
Splinter sighed. "Very well, Michelangelo, but if he is too much trouble by the end of the week..."
"It's straight to the pound," Raph finished for him.
The kitten was passed from turtle to turtle, except Raph, who didn't want anything to do with it. Splinter was the last one to hold him.
Donatello couldn't help but laugh. "A rat holding a cat. That has got to be one of the weirdest things I have ever seen." A look from Leo shut him up.
Splinter, however, laughed along with his son. He held the kitten up so he could peer in his eyes. "He seems strong enough," Splinter said, "Now we just need a name."
"How about 'Stupid'?" Raph suggested.
"Raph!" Leo said, "Come on."
Raph clenched his fists. "If you guys want to make friends with the living flea factory, fine, but I won't be part of it!" With that he stormed out the door.
The brothers exchanged looks, and then went back to naming Mikey's new pet.
The kitten started to squirm in Mikey's grip, mewing pitifully.
"Mikey, put him down," Leo instructed. "He can at least get familiar with the lair while we name him." A thought struck Leo. "Hey...how do we know it's a boy, anyway?"
Mikey turned deep red. "I...er...I mean...that is....I checked."
Don was deep in thought. "Hey, how about 'Sonny'?"
Mikey, who was watching the kitten play, looked up. "What?"
"Let's name him Sonny," Don said, "It seems to fit."
Mikey and Leo decided it was a good name. Splinter nodded.
"Very well," he said, looking at the kitten, "It is settled. His name is Sonny."
Just then Raph poked his head through the door. "So. Does the little furball have a name yet?" He asked, as Sonny clawed his leg.
OK, thank you to everybody who reviewed this story, it means a lot. I spent most of my Study Hall today writing this down, so it's still fresh in my memory. Yay! And, in reply to VestqueX, I did not know that I had my settings to not accept anonymous reviews, thanks for pointing that out. It's fixed now. Ok. Good. Bananas. It's story time!!!
"....And so the fireman survived," the TV blared from the underground living room. Inside the dojo, Leonardo winced. He wished that just once Raph would turn the volume down on the television set. How was he supposed to get any meditation done with that noise?
Leo opened one eye and looked at Master Splinter, who was meditating across from him. He looked undisturbed. Leo smiled faintly. Master Splinter could probably meditate undisturbed through a nuclear war. Leo's stomach made an odd noise. He looked down at it. Splinter suddenly opened his eyes.
"Perhaps we should continue tomorrow, Leonardo," he said, "You are no longer concentrating."
Leo looked down at the floor. "Yes, sensei."
"Hey guys, I'm home!" Mikey's voice floated into the dojo.
Suddenly Leo heard Raph scream. He and Splinter raced into the living room where Donatello was standing, trying not to fall down laughing at the look on Raph's face.
Mikey stood in the doorway holding a brown kitten in one hand and a large pizza box in the other. Don hurried forward and took the pizza so Mikey could use both hands to support the kitten.
Raph pointed at the furry brown ball in his brother's hands. "What the...what the hell is that?!" He yelled.
Mikey chuckled a little. 'It's a cat, Raph. A baby one."
Splinter stepped forward. "Michelangelo-''
"He can't survive on his own, sensei," Mikey interjected. "Come on, please? If he's too much trouble, we'll drop him off at the NY animal shelter, ok? Let's at least give him a week for observation."
Splinter sighed. "Very well, Michelangelo, but if he is too much trouble by the end of the week..."
"It's straight to the pound," Raph finished for him.
The kitten was passed from turtle to turtle, except Raph, who didn't want anything to do with it. Splinter was the last one to hold him.
Donatello couldn't help but laugh. "A rat holding a cat. That has got to be one of the weirdest things I have ever seen." A look from Leo shut him up.
Splinter, however, laughed along with his son. He held the kitten up so he could peer in his eyes. "He seems strong enough," Splinter said, "Now we just need a name."
"How about 'Stupid'?" Raph suggested.
"Raph!" Leo said, "Come on."
Raph clenched his fists. "If you guys want to make friends with the living flea factory, fine, but I won't be part of it!" With that he stormed out the door.
The brothers exchanged looks, and then went back to naming Mikey's new pet.
The kitten started to squirm in Mikey's grip, mewing pitifully.
"Mikey, put him down," Leo instructed. "He can at least get familiar with the lair while we name him." A thought struck Leo. "Hey...how do we know it's a boy, anyway?"
Mikey turned deep red. "I...er...I mean...that is....I checked."
Don was deep in thought. "Hey, how about 'Sonny'?"
Mikey, who was watching the kitten play, looked up. "What?"
"Let's name him Sonny," Don said, "It seems to fit."
Mikey and Leo decided it was a good name. Splinter nodded.
"Very well," he said, looking at the kitten, "It is settled. His name is Sonny."
Just then Raph poked his head through the door. "So. Does the little furball have a name yet?" He asked, as Sonny clawed his leg.