Up to My Ears in Tribbles
by Starsinger
Suggested by Silver-Shadowspark, I'm bringing back Trouble, Trib 1 and Trib 2. Don't own any of them.
Jo sat on the chair, absolutely certain, as certain as any five year old could be, something moved on the floor beneath Uncle Jim's hospital bed. There it was again. She quietly slipped out of the chair and moved toward the bed. Even as quietly as she moved, the kitten exploded out from under the bed and scampered across the room to hide behind a table.
Jo cocked her head at the tiny cat. Then, she saw it again. Movement again caught her eye. Again, she looked under the bed to find two, small, round furry things that didn't appear to have any eyes stopped at the edge of the bed. She reached out and touched one with a finger. It cooed at her and rubbed its head? against said finger. She reached out and plucked it out from under the bed. The other fuzzy forgotten. When she petted it, it purred or cooed. When she poked it, it squealed, but mostly it purred.
Jo felt something push against her foot and saw the other fuzzy bumping up against her foot. She reached down and picked it up and then joined a sleeping Uncle Jim in bed. Soon, the cat joined them, all resting comfortably in her lap. McCoy soon joined her, "Daddy," she asked in her devastating little girl voice, "what are these?"
"Well, the kitten is Trouble, and the two round fuzzy things are Tribbles, Trib 1 and Trib 2. They're Uncle Chris' pets," McCoy answered absently.
"Can I have one, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase?"