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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 30, 2012 21:38:05 GMT
Arthur was rather pleased with his new place when it was finished. It was starting to look nice. With furniture and his belongings in place it looked better, but it didn’t feel like home. The first night he spent there, he curled up on the sofa rather than sleeping in his bed, and found himself spending his days distracting himself in the garden or writing. Something was just missing, something which he assumed would come with time. He was hoping that getting the cats would at least help somewhat. It was a little odd to have so much space as well, and Arthur wished that Alfred had stayed a little longer to help fill it out while he got used to it.
At least he was… mostly eating properly. Alfred had filled the fridge for him, and Arthur had found that lots of small meals were more palatable than trying to eat any big ones. He’d even found the strength to write about it in his column, though he’d kept it vague, and as usual when he was trying to think something through, he’d also written out his thoughts in his diary, trying to organise them. He still couldn’t see what Alfred did, but he had at least accepted that despite what he saw he was too thin, and had decided instead to avoid the mirror and go by the scales.
He’d arranged to meet Alfred outside Joel’s café as usual. As it turned out, though, there was a fault on the railway line, so he arrived a little later than he’d like. Spotting Alfred waiting for him, he gave him a wave as he trotted over. At least he didn’t look like he was going to keel over any more, and there was a little more colour in his cheeks. “Afternoon.” He greeted Alfred when he got closer. “Sorry I’m late. They said something had fallen on the line. You weren’t waiting too long, were you?” Stopping beside him, he gave him a smile, waiting for Alfred to lead the way. Since Alfred said he knew where they were going, Arthur hadn’t bothered to look it up, trusting him to find it.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 1, 2012 3:04:20 GMT
Unbeknownst to Arthur, the younger man had his reasons for wanting to leave so quickly after they'd finished--he hadn't even been around to see the furniture make it in one piece or help move stuff around. The last thing that he had done was stock Arthurs fridge with stuff that was easy to make, sandwiches, soups, even some instant stuff that (hopefully) even Arthur couldn't screw up on. After he had said his goodbyes he'd headed back to the lowlands, and took up his regular duties.
The message from Arthur didn't surprise him, he'd been waiting for him to get used to his house while he went and visited the people at the shelter himself, reintroducing himself and what not to them. For now he'd seated himself in what was kind of known as their 'usual' spot almost, sipping on a milkshake he'd bought for himself. He had gotten hungry while waiting, and Joel had offered so, for once, he accepted the offer.
Perking at the sight of the other man, he waved, his mouth full of the delicious treat and he swallowed with a quiet noise. "S'all good, I got a milkshake." He said with a grin, as if it werent obvious by looking at the clear container on the table or the faint dribble stuck to the corner of the lip when he'd pulled off the straw and it shot out at him. Licking it then, he quickly sucked up the last of it, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before standing, pulling his back pack on and waving at Joel as he led the way out.
It was really quite a walk from Joel's cafe to the shelter, but hardly surprising. The lowlands really was the only place with two shelters, while the highlands tended to have 'foster homes' for cats that were saved that were purebred. However, after a bit of a trip of chattering to Arthur, he finally stopped and opened a door, letting Arthur in first.
A girl at the counter glanced up, seeing Arthur first but then smiled as she saw Alfred accompanying him.
"Alfred! Is this the guy you were telling us was interested in a kitty?" She asked, her hazel eyes looking at Arthur briefly before returning to Alfred, her interest clearly on the younger man beside Arthur.
"Yep! He's lookin for a good cat, not kitten." He stated specifically, remembering Arthurs points before he grinned at the large browed man, leading the way to the door which held the cats in their kennels on walls on each side. The girl followed the two, smiling.
"Wonderful! Well, if you find one you like, Alfred can open the cage and, should you choose, you can go into a play room so you cna get to know your kitty better!" She said brightly, then waved and headed back to the front as the doors bells jingled, a greeting heard just as the door shut. With that, Alfred turned to Arthur, a big smile on his face as a cat meowed and stuck it's paw out, attempting to paw at the strand of hair on his head that stuck up eternally.
"Have a look around!"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 5, 2012 18:22:56 GMT
Well, it was nice to see that Alfred was eating something as well. “Is it good?” He asked, pushing away the thought about how fat it would make him if he had one as well. The dribble was enough of a distraction, and Arthur moved forward to wipe it clean, but stopped when Alfred cleaned it up himself. It was probably just as well. Alfred probably wouldn’t like it if he had actually done it.
The trek to the shelter would have caused him serious problems before, but he made it all right now, which was a good sign that he was becoming healthier. It was nice to hear Alfred chattering away. Arthur asked him about what he’d been up to while he’d been back down in the lowlands. He was pleased when they reached the shelter, though, and he let Alfred deal with the girl on reception as she was obviously more interested in him anyway.
“All right, thank you.” Arthur said as he was led to the cages. He glanced around, and chuckled at the cat who pawed at Alfred, leaning over to stroke it’s paw. He was by himself, though, so Arthur moved on. He wanted a pair so they could keep themselves amused, he’d decided, so he just looked at the cages with two cats in. He hummed to himself as he walked down the row, then paused, noticing a cat with unusual, flat ears. He’d never seen a cat like that before! He was sitting on the top of his scratching post, trying to ignore what appeared to be a big ball of fluff prowling around the cage, and Arthur snorted, crouching by the cage to watch them, briefly reading their notes. “Iggy? Who names these poor things?” He asked, snorting.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 10, 2012 18:34:17 GMT
"Yep! It's all chocolatey and thick and yummy!" Alfred replied with a bright smile, not even noticing the attempt to get the spill for him. The way to the shelter he had actually been keeping an eye on him, ready to slow down should need be, but he was pleasantly surprised that apparently his nagging had paid off. Arthur looked much, much beter than he had been. He didn't have time to bask in his hero-ly awesomeness though with the cats around, and he grinned as Arthur looked around, happily playing with the paw gently.
As Arthur moved over though, he followed, then snickered at what he said. "I dunno, I think it's usually who does their paper work." He stated before he eyed the name for the large puff ball. "....Mr. Wiggles...? Seriously..?" He said, nose wrinkling. "You gotta change that if you get these guys. "Wanna try them in the visitors room though?" He asked, smiling at him as he squatted down and clicked his tongue, causing the large white ones dark ears to perk and then happily bound over, trying to actually lick him through the bars and then meowing loudly.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 10, 2012 21:22:04 GMT
Chuckling as Alfred noticed the other cat's name, Arthur hummed. "Better than Iggy." He said. Smiling as the cat came over, Arthur reached through the bars to stroke his soft fur. Well, he was friendly. Perhaps a little too friendly. Alfred seemed to like him, though. "Are you Iggy or Mr Wiggles?" He asked the cat absent-mindedly as he tried to stroke him.
"I think so." Arthur finally responded to Alfred. He stroked the cats ears again, then stood up. "What do you think of them?" He asked, curiously, looking at Alfred. He was kind of hoping that Alfred would like the cats that he got as well. It might encourage him to come round more often to see them, even if he wasn't too concerned with Arthur. Watching the other cat, he made a noise at him to try and get his attention, but the cat just huffed and looked away again. Maybe they wouldn't be so good after all... it was odd that they'd put such a friendly cat in with such a grumpy one. Maybe they'd been hoping that they'd rub off on each other.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 10, 2012 21:47:16 GMT
"Pffft I don't think so." he muttered but then chuckled as the large cat perked at the other person and happily waddled over, pushing against the bars and purring loudly as he was stroked, even turning to push his face in to the touches. Well at least he seemed to like him, right? Right.
Nodding as he said that, Alfred stood and moved to get the keys fromthe girl before he smiled. "I like em! Even grumpy pants over there." he said with a grin before he set his bag down in a corner and then motioned for Arthur to follow him, opening a door then. "Here we go. Wait in here and I'll go get em for ya." he said with a smile. There were a couple chairs, some toys, a scratching post and a litter box in there, so people could interact better. It took Alfred a few minutes, but then he returned with the two cats, the large one balancing on his shoulders and head and looking pleased with himself. Shutting and locking the door then, Alfred chuckled as he set 'Iggy' down and then got the fat one off, setting him down.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 12, 2012 21:25:00 GMT
Arthur rubbed the cats ears again, before standing and following Alfred, letting him guide him to the room. He looked around it curiously. It was quite a good idea, really, having a place like this. He'd just have to hope that the grumpy cat didn't mind being taken out of his cage too much.
Chuckling when Alfred returned with the big cat balancing on his head and shoulders, Arthur came over to help him, closing the door so they couldn't escape even though Mr Wiggles looked like he was more interested in cuddling than escaping. Iggy glanced around the room, then quickly scooted under a chair, and Arthur sighed. Maybe these two weren't such a good idea after all. "Do you think we should try and get him out, or just leave him to it?" He asked, nodding towards the ginger cat as he knelt down to stroke the other one's fur. It was soft, but he could imagine that it'd get tangled easily, especially as he seemed to be a fairly active cat.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 12, 2012 22:46:57 GMT
Grinning at the other as he watched the two cats look around, he chuckled a little as Iggy just decided to hide under there before he smiled. "Well for now we'll leave him. He'll warm up when he either gets jealous that this guy's getting all the attention or he realizes we don't wanna hurt im." Or if they decided to take just the fat one--seemed the two had a past together and they absolutely had to go to a home with the other.
Mr Wiggles just purred louder at the stroking, happily rubbing up against Arthurs leg before he looked up at the human, giving him a 'cat smile', as it were. However, he perked when he saw a toy and immediately ran after it, pouncing the feathery puffball on the end of the stick, rolling with it and biting the toy while purring loudly, wriggling around as he attempted to 'kill' it.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 16, 2012 20:27:17 GMT
Arthur let out a quiet hum and watched the ginger cat curiously. He felt a little bad for him, he seemed uneasy. Somehow he reminded him a little of Alfred when he was cornered. Like with Alfred, a part of him wanted to rescue him. “I guess so.” He agreed and sighed, turning his attention back to Alfred and the other cat.
Chuckling when the fat fluffy cat bounced off to play with one of the toys that was lying around, Arthur picked up another one, a stick with a long fluffy string attached to it. He flicked it at the cat, trying to get his attention, but noticed that Iggy’s ears perked up as well. “Oh? Do you want to play?” He asked the cat, flicking it towards him next, curious to see if he could get him to come out from under the chair.
“You don’t like Mr Wiggles’ name, then?” He asked, as he teased the cats, glancing towards Alfred. “What would you change it to, if we got him?” He asked, wondering what kind of awful names the younger man would come up with. It’d probably be something even worse, knowing him. He chuckled when Iggy did creep out to swat at the toy, his tail flicking as he watched it. He was more playful than Arthur had thought; he’d really just expected him to stay sulking in a corner.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 17, 2012 2:08:05 GMT
Amused at that, Alfred watched as the fat thing played with the toy, taking a seat in a different chair for now to watch. Still, the perking he saw and he chuckled happily at that, smiling...Glancing at him, he smiled at that but shook his name. "Sounds more like the name for a worm or snake rather than a cat." he pointed out, but then hummed. "Dunno...Somethin' suited for him maybe when I got to know him better...Then again he'd be your cat, so, maybe you should pick the name."
Mr Wiggles was eagerly watching as Arthur flicked the toy around, and when he saw that his cagemate was under the chair he cocked his head then waddled over, flopping a bit near the entrance and purring at the other cat happily, his eyes closing as he exposed his tummy. Really the thing was more like a dog than a cat it seemed! Tail flicking, he continued to purr to him, then let out a soft mewl at him, wriggling his nose before perkeing as finally he came out, playfully licking on him on his arm before he stood again, looking pleased as he also swatted at the toy when it came close to him, but at the same time letting Iggy have his turns. Eventually he did seem to get bored of just that though, and turning, he started licking on the other cat, grooming his neck and shoulder as he sat down, tail wagging.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 29, 2012 23:06:29 GMT
That was true enough. “Who would have a worm for a pet though?” Arthur thought out loud as he watched the cats as he flicked the toy around, continuing to tease them with it. He was a little surprised Alfred didn’t join in; this seemed like the kind of thing that he’d enjoy, but he wasn’t going to push him. “I don’t mind you picking a name.” He reassured him. “But we can wait.” After all, he still hadn’t decided if he wanted these cats or not. It depended on how grumpy Iggy really was, Arthur decided.
Smiling at the way Mr Wiggles flopped over, Arthur moved over a little bit, rubbing his tummy as he continued to flick the toy for Iggy. When the fluffy one came over and started to clean him, Iggy huffed and swatted at him, but Arthur noticed that his claws were still sheathed. Evidently he didn’t mean it as much as he’d like Mr Wiggles to think. Letting out a whining growl, he flopped down and allowed himself to be groomed for a moment, before catching the bigger cat and turning the tails on him, starting to groom him instead, trying to get the long, fluffy fur to behave.
Arthur chuckled at them, and scooted closer, trying to stroke Iggy. At first the cat drew away, but after a while he settled down again, grooming Mr Wiggles as Arthur stroked him. Arthur looked back up at Alfred then, a small smile on his face. “What do you think, love?” He asked, still wanting to make sure that they picked a pair that Alfred liked, but, well… these two seemed all right. At least they were fairly well behaved, and old enough to be toilet trained. Mr Wiggles fur would no doubt take some looking after, but apparently Iggy would help Arthur with that.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 4, 2012 0:17:57 GMT
"Mmmnn Ionno. But you get the idea. " Alfred said with a smile, settling to watch the two and letting Arthur interact with them more. They'd be his cats after all and he needed to be the one to make sure he liked them..."Well then...I think it'd be better to see the personality. Usually when animals come in they usually just give them a name off the top of their head anyway."
Chuckling that the cat liked his tummy rubbed, Alfred smiled at that, and he looked even more amused at Iggy's pretend attack.It was good that the smaller cat let him stroke him though and Alfred relaxed more at that, smiling at the three before he looked up at him as he spoke. He could of course tell that Arthur liked them, or ifhe didnt he was beginning to.
"I like em. Iggy'll probably have to get used to you, but other than that I dont think you'll have any problems with getting them cozy with ya." he said with a grin, finally moving over and playfully rubbing on the base of Mr Wiggles' tail, making the cat meowl lazily and then start chattering his teeth. "Besides, I think Mr Wiggles likes ya..." And as he said that the large white cat rubbed on Iggy and Arthurs hand, trying to rub on them both.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 4, 2012 16:12:26 GMT
As long as Alfred liked them too. That's all Arthur really wanted to know. He hummed, watching as the younger man stroked Mr Wiggles, continuing to stroke both cats. "How much paperwork is going to be involved in getting them home do you reckon?" He muttered, not looking forward to that bit. It wasn't like he wasn't used to paperwork, but did anyone really enjoy it? At least Arthur had thought ahead and he'd already got a big cat bed waiting at home, along with a scratching post and a litter tray. He'd almost brought cat baskets as well, but decided that he'd buy one off the shelter, along with some of whatever food they were being fed. He just hoped that Alfred would help carry it all home!
Suddenly, Iggy got up and stretched, then wandered over to Alfred. He sniffed him, then licked his hand and climbed into his lap, sitting there and purring loudly as he looked at him expectantly but proudly. Clearly he wanted stroking, but unlike Mr Wiggles he wasn't butting on Alfred's hand, begging for it, but waiting for Alfred to get the hint. Arthur laughed, watching to see what Alfred would do. "And apparently Iggy likes you." He said, amused, before scooping Mr Wiggles up into his lap so he could stroke him more. That rather decided for them, Arthur thought. There was no way he could leave these two now, especially if they really had been here for a while. "I suppose we'd better let that girl know that we've decided."
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 4, 2012 19:13:15 GMT
The question made Alfred grin--he'd lost count of how many times people had asked that question when he had volunteered here. Settling down to get more comfortable, he hummed as he thought for a moment then. "It's not too bad. A form that has your address, what vet you're going to be takin' em too....Stuff like that." He shrugged, not finding it too bad compared to other paperwork that he'd seen.
Still, Alfred was...Slightly surprised when Iggy decided he liked him, and smiled then, eyeing him playfully. "Apparently." He chuckled, but gave in then, starting to rub and massage him slowly, in a more relaxing way compared to the way that Mr Wiggles seemed to enjoy being pet or played with. "Mm, I'll go get her and the papers. " He said with a smile, gathering Iggy in and hugging him in as he headed to the door, making sure Mr Wiggles was held on while he slipped out with Iggy.
The girl was of course...Surprised that Iggy had apparently decided that he liked Alfred, that cat had scratched and bitten anyone else who had tried to pick him up or even pet him sometimes. It took a few minutes but Alfred returned with a clipboard with the papers. "It's mostly reading anyway." He offered as he sat down again, offering him the board and a pen.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 5, 2012 18:49:09 GMT
Well, that could be dodgy, admitting that he came from the Highlands. What if they decided that they wanted more money out of him just because he came from the ricer city? Admittedly he could probably afford it, but right now, having spent most of his savings on the house, he’d really rather not have to spend much more than he needed too, and he wouldn’t take to being extorted. But he wouldn’t lie. If Alfred had had a house he would have asked to use his address, but he’d just have to deal with it now.
Iggy seemed pleased to be stroked, closing his eyes and laying over him, purring contentedly. Obviously he did prefer being stroked that way to being ruffled and teased the way that Mr Wiggles did. Arthur nodded and let Alfred leave, holding onto the bigger cat to make sure that he didn’t try and make a run for it. “He’s not so bad, is he?” He muttered to Mr Wiggles. “I’m glad your Iggy took to him. Hopefully that’ll help him settle at my place a little. I want Alfred to settle somewhere. Wandering around all over the place can’t be good for him.”
When Alfred returned, he gently nudged Mr Wiggles off him, then moved to one of the chairs to frown at the paperwork. After a moment he started to scribble, filling it in in his scribbly handwriting, then reading through all of the conditions. As always, he took his time, making sure that he’d taken it all in, but then once he was done he sighed and dated it and handed it back to Alfred. “I want to buy a traveling case for these two and some of their food as well. You’ll help me get them home, right?” He asked, ruffling both of the cat’s ears and then standing up.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 6, 2012 1:45:32 GMT
Well luckily it was nothing like that, it was more of them wanting to make sure their animals would go to good homes an so if there was something that came up after they left they could reach the new owner. It was just a run of the mill procedure, and really if anyone said anything about it, it most likely would be something along the lines of them being happy that their new pet would be going to a new home where they could afford all they needed. Or well, that's what Alfred had seen anyway.
Indeed, the fat cat attempted to make an escape, but he wasn't very persistant and instead soon sat back against him to try and get him to rub on his soft belly. Looking up as the human spoke, the cats nose wriggled faintly as he stared up at him, and while he didn't understand, he gave the impression he did. His response to the words was a loud meowl and then closing his eyes and looking like he was smiling--beaming at him even. A whine slipped out as he was nudged off, but he bounded over to Alfred and Iggy, rubbing his head on the other cat and pushing his ear so it was on his nose, licking.
Alfred chuckled at this, and to keep the two busy he got one of the sticks with a feathery thing on the end and gently wiggled it at them, and soon he had the two cats attempting to get it. Glancing up when he finished, he smiled and nodded. "Course I will! Wouldn't want you to break your back trying to carry all that, after all." he chuckled, ruffling Mr Wiggles fur around his neck, causing a new round of purring. Standing, he smiled and then motioned for him to head out. "I'll get the food and while you take care of paying and let them give you the entire talk about em I'll get these guys in a kennel...Would you like two, or one big one for them to ride together with?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 6, 2012 17:16:13 GMT
When Mr Wiggles rolled over, Arthur gave a small laugh and rubbed his stomach for him obediently. “You’re a fat cat.” He remarked, gently tugging on his soft fur. “Have you been eating all Iggy’s food?” He’d have to keep an eye out for that. He wanted to keep them both healthy, after all. He’d need to get a comb for Mr Wiggles’ fur as well, he realised, but he’d head down to the shops and get that tomorrow. He wouldn’t be able to get it too messed up over night.
Arthur smiled fondly when Alfred agreed, reaching out and putting his hand on Alfred’s arm. “Will you stay for dinner, then?” He asked, just a little eagerly. He wanted to try and encourage him to stay with him tonight, but he’d already learnt that the best way to do that was in stages. Ruffling Mr Wiggles’ and then Iggy’s ears, he followed Alfred out, carefully closing the door behind him. “Which ever you think is best. If you put them in one, though, you’ll probably have to carry it.” Arthur’d take what food he brought, but carrying both cats was an accident waiting to happen. “See if you can get them a blanket or something from their cage to help them settle in.”
Stepping away from Alfred to the reception he gave the girl there a small smile and handed over the clipboard so she could go over it. He noticed her eyebrows rise when she saw his address, but she didn’t comment at least, moving to get it all on the computer as she went through the charges with him. Arthur nodded, getting out his wallet. “Add another S40, Alfred’s getting me a box for them, and I want enough food to last a couple of days as well.” It was more than they were worth, but the extra money would go to look after the cats so he didn’t mind, and she didn’t say anything. Once he’d paid, he stood to one side, waiting for Alfred so they could take the cats home.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 6, 2012 19:14:43 GMT
Looking up at the other at the comment, Mr Wiggles meowed at him and reached up, putting a paw on his chin and gently pushing. Seems he didn't like that comment.However at least he moved when he needed to and when they moved to leave he tried to follow, though Alfreds foot stuck out and stopped him. That caused a displeased meowl, and he instead ran back to Iggy to try and milk some sympathy out of him.
Pondering the question as they headed down the hall, Alfred finally nodded. Might as well so he could help Arthur get used to the cats and get them used to the surroundings. Humming at the comment he made, Alfred gave him a grin, then turned to go grab the stuff. "Alright. Be back in a sec. "
Alfred soon discovered there was no larger kennel to be found, seems that they'd been taken yesterday for a dog. Shrugging, he just took one of the bags of cat food, and after he set that out next to Arthur he returned for two kennels. It was easy enough to coax Iggy in to one, but Mr Wiggles...Well he took 5 minutes to wrangle in and then push into the crate, and this was with him meowing and whining the entire time. Since Iggy was the easier to deal with he stuffed the blanket that had been in their cage with him, and then he headed out, a little scratched up on his cheek and arm from Mr Wiggles getting too excited. "Ready!"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 7, 2012 16:53:57 GMT
Iggy wasn’t one to give sympathy, and he just stared at his cage mate until Mr Wiggles got too annoying. Putting one paw on him, he dragged him in and started to roughly groom him, trying to get his wild fur to behave. He was still grooming him when Alfred returned, and while he wasn’t too happy about being put in a box, he behaved for now, perking up a little when he got the blanket and curling up on it smugly. He did glance through the bars to make sure that Mr Wiggles was coming too, where ever they were going, his tail flicking lazily as Alfred carried them off.
Arthur noticed the scratches when Alfred returned and frowned slightly, reaching out to put his hand on Alfred’s arm. “I’ll sort those out for you when we get home.” He promised. At least they weren’t bleeding too much. Arthur leant over to take Iggy’s kennel, lifting it up, and adjusting the bag of food as well so he could balance both of them. It was only fair, after all, as Alfred had his backpack to carry as well. Fortunately it wasn’t too heavy, but it was just as well Arthur was healthier than he’d been before or he wouldn’t have been able to manage.
Heading out, he glanced down the street, frowning a little, but then remembered the way and headed off. “You’ll have to take the lead in a minute, I don’t remember it exactly.” He admitted, with a slight frown. His sense of direction was normally fairly good, but he decided that it was better just to get home as quickly as possible, because Iggy wasn’t looking too pleased as he looked out from his kennel, his tail twitching. Hopefully he’d like his new home better than the journey there.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 8, 2012 23:06:31 GMT
At least that seemed to work to calm the cat down, as with a small mew he setted against him, resting his face in on his side.He wasnt pleased to be in the box though, yowling and whining and clawing on the sides, attempting to free himself. He even started whining for Iggy to come save him, though of course he could see that he was in much the same predicament as him.
Blinking at Arthur pointing them out, Alfred looked at them, then just grinned. "Nothin' too bad though, I assure you." He said with a confident smilebefore he let Arthur grab the bag. It was one of the smaller ones anyway that they had for people to buy, so at least it wasnt too heavy for Arthur. Still, he chuckled as Arthur said that and nodded, and after he seemed confused he went ahead, leading the way happily while Mr Wiggles meowed loudly at anyone who passed, trying to get them to assist him.
It didnt take too long for them to reach an area that Arthur recognized though, and soon they were on the rather empty train. Smiling down at Mr Wiggles in his crate, Alfred chuckled as he rubbed his head through the bars. "You're such a whiner, I hope you arent this loud when you get settled with Arthur.." he said, rubbing the cats head and making the animal seemingly pout up at him through the crates bars.
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