The Cat Came Back
By: Ellex
Rated G
Humorous short fic; No spoilers, no warnings, do whatever you like with it.
Disclaimer: I think it's obvious by now that I don't own Stargate: Atlantis.
John Sheppard gave Rodney McKay a cat for Christmas
At least, he said it was a cat.
And it was certainly cat-like, even if it could also be accurately described as "like" any number of other things.
It acted like a cat: it wanted in any closed room, and as soon as it was in it wanted out again; it shed it's brindled blue and brown fur all over everything, including places Rodney was sure it had never been; and it coughed up hairballs in his shoes in the middle of the night.
It stayed up half the night yowling, and slept half the day. It knocked over equipment, walked across control panels, and was constantly underfoot.
Rodney tried shutting it in his room. It got out in less than five minutes, even though he had locked the door. When he took it back to his room, he found the door still locked.
It shed in the desalinization tanks, so that everyone was picking fur out of their water for two days. Since the desalinization tanks were sealed, even Doctor Weir was impressed.
Rodney dialed an uninhabited planet and tossed the cat through the Stargate. The next day, he found it curled up, sound asleep, on his bed. It had left muddy pawprints all over his room, but none could be found between there and the Stargate.
In desperation, he tried giving it to the Wraith. They took one look and ran away.
"Well, at least it's good for something," Sheppard told Weir.
She handed him one of the kittens she had just found under her desk. Another kitten sat on her laptop and peed on the keyboard.
"I think I'd rather have the Wraith back," she said.
A/N: I love my cats, but sometimes…Just a little something to make you smile, because I know how stressful the holidays are.