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The Kittenbury Tales
(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)or: Connor finds a kitten and takes it in without informing his father. Haytham is very, very unimpressed by this.
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It all started with autumn rain and Connor's dog refusing to leave the pile of leaves alone. Aquila was usually an obedient dog, listening to Connor's every command with a happily swishing tail and a bright eyed doggy smile. But the wet leaves appeared to bring out a side of her that Connor's calm voice or even his sharper tones could not control.
(and really, Connor loved seeing his dog happy and playful, enjoyed watching her roll around in leaves and dirt, three legs kicking as content snuffling filled the air)
Connor, naturally, went to investigate why his dog was so smitten with the pile of dirt and leaves. Aquila kept walking circles around it, barking and prodding her nose against the pile until Connor crouched down next to it, pushing the grass and leaves aside to find out what had gotten his dog in such a tizzy.
A pathetic little peeping noise was all the encouragement Connor needed to start rooting through the pile faster, nimble fingers raking through the mess until he felt something small, wet and furry beneath his hand. Gently, he pulled the animal out and squinted at it. It was a kitten. A shivering kitten who was peeping pathetically, no less. The eyes were open but the ears still small and close to it's head so Connor placed the age somewhere between two and three weeks.
Connor glanced around. There was no mother cat in sight and he knew that he shouldn't just pick the kitten up if the mother cat was possibly still around but...
Aquila pressed her nose against the kitten and gave it a long, loving lick before turning to give Connor an expectant look.
Sighing, Connor resigned himself to his fate, placing the kitten gently under his hoodie and cradling it close to his chest for additional warmth before picking up Aquila's abandoned leash and starting to make his way home.
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Surprisingly enough, it hadn't been that difficult to sneak past Haytham, who had curled up in the living room, probably marking papers or reading a book. If Connor didn't know better, he would have thought that Haytham could smell guilt from miles away but he was either too distracted or him having a keen nose was superstition.
Connor suspected the latter.
Stealthily, he took the leash off Aquila and let her leave muddy paw prints everywhere while he made a beeline for the bathroom, placing the kitten on the counter to take a good look at it. It was dirty, gritty and shivering, Connor's hands huge in comparison as he ran a finger over the kitten's back, a barely there rattling noise escaping the kitten as is butted it's head against Connor's finger.
Cold as it was, it had enough energy left to demand affection.
Smiling, Connor turned on the sink's faucet and water until the water was warm but not too warm before placing the kitten under it, watching the dirt go down the drain. The little kitten was peeping angrily, little legs kicking in all directions until the kitten got too tired and stopped struggling, letting Connor wash all of the dirt out.
After the young man was certain that all of the dirt had gone down the drain, he turned the faucet off, wrapping the kitten in a towel, mind already racing ahead on feeding schedules and warm places and vet appointments.
He knew he'd be able to call up Leonardo who would probably squeeze him in between appointments on the very same day. The kitten didn't seem to be injured, nor dehydrated if slightly malnourished. And the malnourishment could easily be fixed, if the small animal would accept the bottle.
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Three hours, two feedings and a vet visit later, Connor was lying on his back, kitten curled up on his stomach, snoozing away. The little one had fortunately been as active as a kitten of his (for Leonardo had given the kitten a full exam and told Connor that the kitten had been a lucky guy indeed) age could be before doing what every exhausted and worn out young being did: Crashing and sleeping.
The small paws were twitching in the kitten's sleep, the chest steadily rising and falling and Connor methodically ran a finger over his back. Connor had worked with young animals before but it surprised him again and again how tiny they were, how fragile. Compared to his own hands, the kitten was tiny, it had been easy for Connor to scoop the kitten up and hold him in only one hand.
He was so transfixed by the kitten that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps until someone knocked on his door and pushed it open without waiting for an answer.
“Connor, when are you planning on cleaning up of the paw prints your dog left all over the house--?”
Haytham froze.
Connor looked like a deer caught in the headlights, hands stopping their affectionate motions in mid-air. The kitten made a protesting squeaking noise and ceased kneading Connor's shirt with his paws.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then Haytham placed his arms behind his back and narrowed his eyes at the display.
Connor knew that if his father could pronounce his native name properly, he would have said it right then, right there.
“Would you like to explain this to me, son?” The tone was deceptively calm but the younger man knew that this could very easily change. And it probably was going to change. Soon, if he didn't come up with an explanation.
“He was alone and it was raining.”
On the inside, Connor winced. The was clearly the most foolproof explanation he had ever come with.
“I do not oppose your love for taking care of strays at the shelter, Connor, because you are enjoying yourself and are doing some good. I let myself be irrational and found a dog for you, perhaps living in the foolish delusion that you would focus your energy on more... productive things. Instead I find that you've taken in a kitten who is probably underweight and going to die in the next few days.”
The tone was cold and hard and made Connor bristle, eyes narrowing as he gently lifted up the kitten and placed it on his pillow.
“More productive things? Are you saying that taking care of animals is not productive and that I should find something else to do in my afternoons? Perhaps work for you and your friends, bringing you coffee and copying papers for you? I would hardly call that productive, father. I am doing something for these animals who have been abandoned. What would you have me do, throw him back out? He is too young to survive on his own and Leonardo said he is healthy enough.”
Connor's voice was nothing like his fathers calculated, controlled one, he was snapping at him, loud and filled with protectiveness.
“Oh, that's what you say now. But what will you do when you have to get up every few hours to feed him? You won't be able to sleep through the nights. Have you also forgotten about your dog? Aquila requires attention as well. I did not get you this dog so you would abandon her at the first chance you got.”
At this, Connor leaped up and strode over to Haytham, hands clenched into fists.
“I am not abandoning Aquila! It will not be difficult to spread my time evenly and I am well aware that I won't be able to sleep as restfully as before. But I will not abandon this kitten and nor will I bring her to the shelter, they are already overrun by stray cats and their young ones. Please, father,” Connor said, resorting to his least favorite action: Pleading with his father. “I will take proper care of the kitten and Aquila both and neither of them will bother you.”
“You are unreasonably stubborn about this,” Haytham sighed but then the wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared as he relented. “But very well. You may keep the cat until it is old enough to go to a new home. I don't want you to waffle around and try to find a way around it, this cat will not stay with us. Have I made myself clear?”
Connor's shoulder slumped in relief and he nodded. This was better than nothing. On the other hand, he doubted his father would have made him abandon the kitten. He simply would have made Connor find someone who could take the kitten in and raise it instead.
“Very clear.”
With a final, unamused look, Haytham turned around and went to head downstairs.
Connor glanced over his shoulder towards the kitten and smiled. Sleepy kitten eyes seemed to look back at him before the kitten got up to explore the bed on unsteady legs.
The little one would be safe for a while. Now he'd only need a name.
(Two months later, Connor found Chaucer curled up on his father's lap, purring up a storm as careful fingers petted soft fur. And that settled the matter of finding a forever home.)
Re: The Kittenbury Tales
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