There was a cushion in the living room that no one touched. If you moved it you had to prepare for a fight. Grandma was the only one that got away with moving it, which she only did when cleaning the living room, but she was the only one who could stare the ginger tom down. It was John's cushion, the one he deemed the comfiest in the house and the best for curling up on for a nap in the sun. There had been teasing at first, brothers daring each other to poke or disturb their brother. However this brother had claws and he knew how to use them wisely. He never broke the skin of his younger brothers, knowing Grandma and Dad would have him for it, but the older two knew better. They had all learnt not to disturb the cat or the cushion.
Except the day it got destroyed. A family friend came over for tea with Grandma and brought their new dog. John had headed upstairs, not amused by the new four legged friend who adored Virgil. The dog had been left to wander downstairs, the younger boys out clothes shopping with their father. Virgil had stayed with Grandma, helping her play host. John had been reading in his room, slightly annoyed that he couldn't take his usual afternoon nap. There was a part of him that wanted to pad downstairs anyway but the risk was too great. Not everyone would understand their family and they already had one friend who always asks about the stray ginger tom that visits.
He did need a drink though, so John headed downstairs to the kitchen. The dog was immediately at his feet and John just stared down at it. He could cope with Virgil, because he was his brother. It was the fluff stuck to the dog's head that piqued John's curiosity. Reaching down he plucked it off the canine for inspection. It appeared to be stuffing. The dog had come from the living room, so John went there. He froze at what he saw. The room was a mess with stuffing, the source of which was John's cushion. He didn't know what to do or think. He just stared at the mess.
"It was so nice having you both over."
Grandma's voice came from the kitchen. The farewells crept closer.
"John, what are….oh my!"
The gasps from the two women were followed by apologies from their guest.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Bad girl, naughty girl. I'll pay for a replacement."
Grandma hurried her friend and the dog out the house, accepting the replacement and letting her know she'll be in touch. Grandma's hand fell on John's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, John. I know it won't be the same but we can get another."
"It belonged to Mum. She gave it to me before she knew I could turn into a cat. She just wanted me to be comfortable when sitting at the table doing homework."
Grandma pulled him into a hug and stroked his back. John melted into her touch as silent tears fell.
The next weekend Grandma took him out shopping. Everyone was shocked when John came back with a simple black bean bag. Their jaws dropped when he said they could all use it whenever he wasn't. It was a comfortable bean bag which Alan loved to game in, Virgil loved to lean against when listening to music and Scott put his feet on when watching a movie. There was the occasional fight, but if the ginger tom stalked into the room it stopped. The cat would just glance at his brothers and the bean bag moved to the right spot. John would then curl up and nap in the sun, no interruptions. It was still a bad idea to wake the sleeping cat.
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This was taken from a post that both @sussexbound and @imnova sent to me - a stray cat making friends with a bobcat at the zoo :) It was too cute not to draw.
Another for the Transforming Tracy Series. This idea had to be done the minute Alan became a puppy. It also seems fitting that post this on his birthday too. Enjoy!
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The ginger cat was lying on the floor, snoozing in the sun. This was one of the things John loved the most about his cat form. He could relax for hours in the tropical sun without risk of sunburn. No sun cream, no lotions and no painful red burns. He loved the way it warmed his body. John stretched and rolled over, letting his other side feel the sun's rays. If he was forced down from Five, he might as well make the most of it.
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Alan was bored. There had been no rescues for two days and Gordon was in England with Penelope. He stretched as he headed to the lounge, the hours he'd spent gaming making his limbs stiff. He was hoping someone would be around to who could play with him. As Alan entered the lounge area he stopped, eyes falling on the ginger tom. The thought crossed his mind and he smiled to himself. He quietly crept away and back to his room. Alan pulled his clothes off and concentrated. His body transformed and he was a puppy. He'd hoped as he grew so would when he transformed, but Alan feared he always was going to be a small dog. It annoyed Alan, especially when he stood next to Virgil during the full moon, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Alan crept out of his room and down the stairs to the living room. As he approached, he slowed down and concentrated on each step. A quick look up confirmed the ginger tom was still there. Alan place his paws down on the pads, trying to keep his claws from hitting the wood. John may be asleep, but it didn't mean he couldn’t wake up. He stalked up behind the cat, his eyes fixed on the ginger furball. Alan stopped when he was within a meter of his brother, not daring to risk another step. Alan inhaled, held the breath in his throat, before letting it out in the loudest bark he could muster.
The reaction was instantaneous. The ginger cat flew into the air with a shriek, its fur standing on end. The howl made Alan step back, fully aware of John's cat claws. John landed on all fours, hair and tail still on end and hissed at Alan. Alan laughed, which came out as yapping. John raised his paw, claws gleaming ready to strike, instinct taking over his actions as adrenaline rushed through his veins.
Footsteps came running and Scott appeared behind John. Alan watched as Scott scooped up the hissing cat and attempted to settle it in his arms. The look Scott gave him quietened Alan's yaps and stilled his tail. Knowing he'd been caught, Alan settled his head on his paws and peered up at his brother, eyes begging for forgiveness. Scott had managed to flatten the ginger fur, though John was far from settled. The glare, and this cat could glare, that John gave him over Scott's arm gave Alan the shivers.
"Alan." Scott's voice was stern. "You shouldn't scare John like that."
Alan rolled his eyes. John was way too easy to startle. So much for cats having nine lives. Scott's eyes locked on his, only for the stare to be broken as John's claws sank into his sleeve.
"Argh! John! Claws!" Scott squawked.
John yowled at Scott, before climbing into his shoulder and jumping to the ground. The cat slowly strutted away, turning before he left the room to give Alan one last glare. That did it for Alan. He was up off the floor with a bark and ran after the cat. He was certain he could have caught up with John had Scott not wrapped his arms around his small body and picked him up.
"Woe there, sport. No chasing the cat."
Alan slumped in Scott's arms. He hates how easy it was for his brothers to pick him up. Alan felt Scott sigh. He held still as Scott rearranged him and carried him towards the study. Alan whined. He wanted to be human now, but there was nothing nearby to cover himself with.
"I was planning to catch up on paperwork today. And yes, there is always paperwork to catch up on. Though I'm not being hounded for it yet."
Scott carried Alan into the study and shifted Alan onto one arm. A twist of the head and Alan watched as Scott pulled open one of the drawers of a cabinet. It was full of dog toys and other dog related things. Alan watched as his brother pulled out a red collar and brought it up to his neck. He started to fuss, knowing too well that he couldn't transform back safely with it on. Scott held him tight and secured it with ease. Alan whined
"If you want to be a puppy you can do so properly, and not just to scare the life out of John!"
Scott released his grip allowing Alan to slip down onto the floor. He scratched at the collar knowing it wouldn't budge. He plonked himself down, annoyed that he had gotten himself into such a compromising situation. He lay there sulking.
A ball bounced in front of him. Alan ignored it. The ball bounced in front of him again. Alan raised his head. The ball bounced up and down again. Okay, the temptation was there. He prepared. The ball came down, hit the floor and Alan pounced. He snapped it out the air. He trotted a few steps, with it in his mouth, in triumph, then turned when he heard his brother chuckle. Scott was standing above him, face full of glee. It had been so long since Alan had seen his brother like this that he wagged his tail furiously. This only made Scott chuckle more.
“Come on, Alan. Let’s go for a walk.”
Scott headed out the room, a frisbee and tug-rope in hand. Alan bounded after him. Sure, it was a little annoying that he was being forced to stay a pup, but he wouldn’t miss time with Scott like this for the world.
Cat!lock and Cat!john! Thank you to my commissioner for letting me choose just how cat they would be, I had so much fun with these! Please commission more cats, people! || (commission info here)
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