thatotherperv: (e. irving dork (by c_woodhaven))
sometimes, when I watch my cats wrestle and play, I wonder what the voices in their heads are saying that make them switch so rapidly between pouncing, biting and grooming. cuz you know, one minute they're gnawing on one another and the next minute their licking a different spot clean. and then there's a sneak attack, in response to no cue that *I* can discern.

it's a mystery.

in other cat-related news, the boys still play together a lot, but I never catch them snuggling to nap anymore. :( is this the end of their love? I might be cockblocking...Irving seems to enjoy the majority of his snuggly naptime with *me*, these days.
thatotherperv: (Default)
probably more of this at some point, muse allowing. slippery, slippery muse.

in other news, I had a dream last night that Irving had kittens. literally. two teeny little mewing things, and I was all o_O because while cats are harder to sex than say, dogs, Irving has scrotum left over from the snip-snip, so. yeah. and then I was staring at Seeley trying to decide if he was the father, or if he was secretly a woman too and his fat little belly is actually a bunch of bebes



Title: hide beside me (for a while)
Author: Mel ([livejournal.com profile] thatotherperv)
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen, NC-17
Word Count: 3000 words
Summary/Notes/Warnings: AU in that Jeff and Jensen meet early, when Jensen's 19 and Jeff's 30. but they're still actors, or trying to be. shameless stroking of my own plot-kinks.

beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] madame_meretrix, who rocks my socks off. title ripped off from the Goo Goo Dolls. who also rock my socks off. I am sockless.

A little advice. A home cooked meal. A bus ticket home, a shoulder to cry on, hell, a place to do his laundry, Jeff hadn't expected that what the gunshy kid from last week would want from him was a good hard fuck. )
thatotherperv: (gen wiener-pussy (by smittenkitten27))
....at least, I thought he did. I'm sitting here and right behind my head, where they're sleeping, I hear that low soft sort of warning woof that dogs make when they see something out the window. you know, not seriously aggressive but a little heads-up like "rrrrrrrrroohf. rroohf." from the diaphragm.

and I'm all. *blinkblink*

*turns*

Irving's sound asleep and Seeley's hugging Irving's face, wide awake and staring back at me.

so...did Seeley just bark? like a dog?

Seriously. I think I'm losing my damn mind.
thatotherperv: (irving (by c_woodhaven))
ok, so, I've been worrying like a new mom, haha. I'm ridiculous.

it's just that Irving hadn't come out of the closet (*SNERK*) at all in going on 72 hours, and neither one of them has taken anything to eat or drink, that I can tell. food and water levels are the same, even though I know Seeley comes out at night and while I'm in school (makeup in the toilet...thanks, dude. *closes lid*).

last night I had an honest-to-god *nightmare* that I pulled Irving out a few days from now and his ribs were starting to show (bc he's already on the slender side) and when I did the pinch-test, he was severely dehydrated. *headdesk*

so the thing that woke me up this morning before my alarm was a plaintive Irving!meow. I've never heard Seeley vocalize, but Irving is all tiny and reedy, so I knew it was him. and I knew he wasn't calling for me, he was calling for Seeley. because I'm still the Thing To Not Be Trusted. evil kidnapper woman :) he's probably calling Seeley back to the hidey-hole.

I look in the closet. nobody's home. hrm. I'm eminently pleased that they've both ventured out. mayyybe a little food is gone, water's still the same. I peek around the corner and Seeley's on the top stair, peering at me all stealthy like _OO_ so once again, the question becomes, wtf is irving? I use the toilet, I pop in my contacts, I go downstairs (stupidly proud that Seeley didn't run away as I passed him) and poke around, no Irving. pour my cereal, check the bedroom, check the closet again, no Irving. check the bathroom again....curled as small as he can get behind the toilet...Irving. when I look at him and talk to him, his gaze remains stubbornly on the wall, and it's so LALALA YOU CAN'T SEE ME that it made me laugh.

and I realize that once again, I probably scared the crap out of him when I flushed. these kids have to learn that that's a bad hiding place, haha. but he hadn't run back to his hole while I was downstairs so...progress? maybe?

wow, I have it bad for these cats, yall.
thatotherperv: (gen wiener-pussy (by smittenkitten27))
someone has clearly found a very clever hiding place during the night.

yeah, they're pretty freaked. Irving moreso than Seeley, who has been a brave little man, all told. Seeley might be more reserved, but he keeps his head under fire, haha. the whole way home, irving was trembling and crying (broke my fucking heart!) and Seeley was just lookin at him like...dude. quit being such a drama queen.

the cute thing is that when I let them out, Irving squeezed himself between a suitcase and the wall while Seeley went to explore. I came back to check on them an hour later, and Seeley was behind the suitcase. I was all, where the hell is Irving? then all of a sudden, I see a little orange and white face peeking out from under my fat black kitty. Seeley had literally sprawled out full on top of him and Irving's so much smaller he wasn't even visible.

Seeley was bodily shielding his comrade from danger. Is he aptly named, or what? :D

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