The Chibi Problem Part 8
I spent a tortuous few hours with the power tools (ooRAH!) putting the condo together, thinking as I did that my darling was going to be living better than I was. Eh, what the hell; that's what mothers do.
BabyDoll's choice had five "rooms," a patio, a deck and a playground. He hopped and fluttered around me as I worked, trilling and thrumming with excitement. Killer and Angel had vanished soon after we arrived home. From the occasional noises from the backyard, I guessed they had gone out to kick the shit out of their would-be rivals.
I took a break after skinning my knuckles for the second time and staggered back to vertical to go get a soda, but BabyDoll met me with a can of Dr. Pepper.
You got the reefer open by yourself? I asked in surprise.
He nodded eagerly. The seal must have been light this time.
Hey, good job! Thanks, sweetie; I need this. I sat down to drink my soda and regard the half-finished condo. BabyDoll landed on my shoulder and slithered down to snuggle, purring softly.
What do you think? Is it going to be all right?
He cooed and sighed, and I petted him for a while. I guess I could call it a gramma moment, because I could easily imagine a mini-g of duos, heeros and wufeis scampering around and on the carpet-covered condo, all of them too cute for words.
Geez, my baby would be hatching his own babies one day...
A screech and an "oooooiii!" from the patio brought me back to reality. DeathSky was at the slider.
Hi beautiful; c'mon in, I invited. He eased through the flap and skimmed over to settle on the chair arm. What's up?
He chattered and "oooooiii"-ed with a rumble thrown in for emphasis. Killer and Angel had both successfully defended their positions and were currently reminding their betas of that fact. DeathSky wanted to remind BabyDoll and me that his mates still had duties to the gundam as a whole, and that they would be expected to fulfill those duties. And was it true that they would be domesticated?
I assured him that they were not being domesticated, just civilized. He nodded thoughtfully and looked at the condo. BabyDoll began to chatter excitedly and bounced over to show off his nest. The big duo indulged BabyDoll's excitement and "Shiiiniii"-ed and thrummed in counterpoint to his trills and chatters.
When they returned to the chair he gave his approval rather wistfully. It would be wonderful to be civilized, he sighed. A safe place for the babies...
The flap is always open, I murmured. Any of you are welcome any time, as long as you don't trash the house. He laid his little hand over mine and smiled. They would take me up on the offer.
Then he folded his arms over his chest and flexed his wings. BabyDoll had informed him that I had given him a name; would I care to explain?
I shrugged. Now that BabyDoll is mated, I couldn't continue to refer to them as "You! Stop that!" But I can't manage their names in your language. So we did a quick and dirty transliteration. The wufei became Killer and the heero became Angel. And then I figured I should be calling you something other than "Big guy." DeathSky seemed appropriate. Do you mind?
He cocked one eyebrow, smirking. 'Course not. Good choice. Does this make me civilized?
Only if you want to be.
Hmmm... Will think about it.
I finished up the condo, thinking that it looked more like a medieval castle than a cat pole. The art of pet furniture has come a long way since my first Siamese terrorized the Chihuahua in the cat pole.
My cats had to check it out, of course. They didn't get a chance to make themselves at home. BabyDoll watched them narrowly and shooed them off when they began to make possessive gestures, like trying to nap in the master bedroom. I could see where this was going when three pairs of shiny bright and slightly accusing eyes turned to me.
All right, all right; I'll get you guys your own castle next week. In the meantime, remember he's got a scythe. They settled in around me, content for the moment to have me for their own again.
BabyDoll went looking for his husbands.
I turned on the tube to check the weather; sunshine and lollipops, as usual.
Given that I hadn't had more than an hour's sleep, I was soon out cold and dreaming of human-size chibis. But we won't go into that. There may be children reading.
I awoke grumbling and scratching my nose. Someone's tail was lying across my face. I pushed the tail away and raised my head to peer at my surroundings. The offending appendage belonged to Big Cat, who sleeps like road kill most of the time. He was on his back, his butt on my shoulder and his head wedged against the chair at a ridiculous angle. How the hell do cats do that?
Middle Cat was using my leg as a pillow. Little Cat was on my lap, paws tucked in, tail wrapped around and her nose on my leg. It's her classic "But Mom, I'm not sleepy; do I hafta go to bed?" pose.
BabyDoll claimed my other shoulder, head on my clavicle, his fingers curled into my t-shirt. He thrummed contentedly and with a little squinting I saw why. Angel and Killer were tucked in on either side of him a little ways down. Angel's head rested against his ribs while Killer was using his butt for a pillow.
Ah, shit... Where the fuck is that remote-controlled video cam when you need it? I knew that when I moved they would all come awake, except maybe Big Cat.
But I needed to stick my face in some cold water and grab some Tylenol, so I stretched and yawned and my darlings all followed suit.
Sorry guys, but I've got to get up. My head is killing me.
As I brought the chair upright the cats tumbled away "rrrwwwrrr"ing and ambled off to check their dishes in case the Friskie's Fairy had left an offering.
Killer spat out a grumpy "onna!" at being disturbed. Angel grabbed BabyDoll under the arms and launched for the castle. BabyDoll squealed with delight and Killer bounced up and charged after them waving his katana.
I shook my head. Yeah, pets relieve stress. Sure. Why not.
No weapons in the house! I yelled, and threw a beanbag that missed. Killer put it away anyway. He doesn't want to get tossed out of the house. Instead he got in Angel's face and growled until BabyDoll giggled and broke the homicide imminent mood.
All three were cuddling on the deck, watching television, when I returned from feeding the cats. Just another all-American happy family...
Ah, the bliss of ignorance.
TBC...
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