Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Kid a Kidder ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Rosy the Cat 
Back at Xavier’s...
Carnation Kidder yawned, stretching his powerful legs out from his afternoon nap, and immediately set to work bathing himself. While doing so, he took the time to surreptitiously scope out the lay of the land around him, as Not Long Ago the Purple Not-Cat had attacked him here in his new territory, unprovoked. While it had resulted in his Girl being extra-vigilant while he was too injured to do so himself--he had an excellent, well-trained Girl, and had been the envy of the other Persons back at the old Stone Tree he and his girl had denned in with her Dam, her Dam’s Tom, and her Dam’s second litter--he was determined that the Purple Not-Cat would not invade his new territory again.
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Back at Xavier’s...
Carnation Kidder yawned, stretching his powerful legs out from his afternoon nap, and immediately set to work bathing himself. While doing so, he took the time to surreptitiously scope out the lay of the land around him, as Not Long Ago the Purple Not-Cat had attacked him here in his new territory, unprovoked. While it had resulted in his Girl being extra-vigilant while he was too injured to do so himself--he had an excellent, well-trained Girl, and had been the envy of the other Persons back at the old Stone Tree he and his girl had denned in with her Dam, her Dam’s Tom, and her Dam’s second litter--he was determined that the Purple Not-Cat would not invade his new territory again.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / / Sci-fi | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.08.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 275 | Status: Completed
Don’t Kid a Kidder
by Rosy the Cat
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own X-men and the various comics titles and movies, etc. They belong to Marvel. I do, however, own in the creative sense Margaret Kidder, her family and any other original characters I end up writing into this story. Steal anything of mine without permission, and I’ll round up a lynch mob of my fellow writers. This story was inspired by Gevaisa’s “Minion” and “Lady Doom,” which both kick ass, as does she. Before anybody launches any protests, she knows quite well what I’m doing and she’s probably more excited about it than I am. In fact, as of a few chapters back this story has joined continuities with the “Minion” saga. Huzzah for friendships in fandoms!
Chapter 9
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Back at Xavier’s...
Carnation Kidder yawned, stretching his powerful legs out from his afternoon nap, and immediately set to work bathing himself. While doing so, he took the time to surreptitiously scope out the lay of the land around him, as Not Long Ago the Purple Not-Cat had attacked him here in his new territory, unprovoked. While it had resulted in his Girl being extra-vigilant while he was too injured to do so himself--he had an excellent, well-trained Girl, and had been the envy of the other Persons back at the old Stone Tree he and his girl had denned in with her Dam, her Dam’s Tom, and her Dam’s second litter--he was determined that the Purple Not-Cat would not invade his new territory again.
Honestly, the Not-Cat actually claimed that this was his territory and not Carnation’s, when it clearly was Carnation’s because this was where he had traveled in the Moving Box with his Girl’s Dam to! Stupid Not-Cat.
His bathing done, he set out to find his person so he could have food. She’d been woken by the Not-Cat’s girl with the confusing name early, and went out in her Second Late-Sleep Day clothes, carrying a strange bag with the interesting-smelling thing from the day before inside, and her going-away bag too. She’d never done that before, particularly not without taking him along!
Slipping out the Person-flap, he paused briefly to rub his chin along the door frame, loudly proclaiming to all the world that “this is MY den!” That done, he sauntered down the hallway, expertly dodging the Big Ones that were not considerate enough to acknowledge his presence while following the scent of his Girl. Bounding down a very macho manner, he cleared the bottom of the stairway and made his way to the Food Place. His Girl, who was named Harhahek, but called Hehk, had brought him here a few times when they first came to this Big Den. He could scent a bit of spilled milk that had been missed and dried up by the place she had sat, but no Hehk.
Where was she?
Mentally shrugging, Carnation picked up another scent trail left by his Girl away from the Food Place. That one led back up to their den, where he took the opportunity to check with the Cold One, who hadn’t seen anything due to napping off his weekly meal. Carnation found the Cold One odd, to only need one meal a week, and to have that meal be nothing more than a tiny, insignificant stunted mouse. The Cold One didn’t even get a proper chase out of it!
In any case, he re-marked his territory within the den after visiting his houh box.
His houh box: rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His and his girl’s bed: rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His Girl’s clothing places and all within them: rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His scratching tower: rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His Girl’s knowledge tree (book case): rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His girl’s thinking table (desk): rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His whiskers went forward into a smile, which turned mischievous as he scurried over to the Not-Cat’s bed: rub-rub. “This is MINE.”
The Cold One, Gustave, raised his head sleepily and hissed, “The Great One will not be pleased.”
“The Not-Cat should’ve recognized my territory and not invaded before. Serves the scaly freak right!”
Gustave, who was actually a rather good friend for all that he was a Cold One, simply let out an exasperated sigh and went back to his nap. Objective completed, Carnation trotted back out the Person-flap, following the second trail his Girl had left.
Down the stairs again, pausing only for a few pats and strokes from attentive young Big Ones, he came to a confused halt as the trail ended at the main door. Where had Hehk gone? There were a few short back and forth trails of hers, but no long one back in. Every other time she’d gone out, she’d come back home to him long before such a late hour. Where was she?
“Hehk? He--hk! Why aren’t you here? Harhahek!”
“Oh, ya poor lil’ thang! You miss your mama, don’tcha? Well, she’ll be back in a few days.”
Carnation froze in shock. Hehk gone? Back in a few DAYS? ! So deep was his confusion that he didn’t notice the girl--Hehk’s friend Hahrii--pick him up and carry him back to his den, stroking his pelt and prattling nonsense.
It just didn’t make sense. Hehk had never gone away for so long; not without taking him with her! She must have been kidnapped. Yes! That explained the back-and-forth scent trails. She fought her attackers who dragged her away but, being the cunning and clever Girl--not as cunning or clever as a Person, but certainly a credit to her kind--that she was, she would have fought her way free of her captors repeatedly, only to be felled by some dark and evil foe. His Hehk had been taken from him as he slept, and nobody but him knew it! He must save her! He-
Click-scrape. “Here ya go, sugah, some nice tuna your mama left you. Eat up!”
...Well, it wasn’t like he’d do Hehk much good searching on an empty stomach, and hunting in this place was annoyingly slim. Plus, tuna! He usually only got tuna for a special treat; he couldn’t let it go to waste, or worse, let the Purple Not-Cat eat it.
“All right, you strike a hard bargain, Hahrii. This won’t distract me for long, mind you, and then I’ll be off and away to save my Girl and- Oh, you didn’t say this was Big One tuna! Yum...”
It was just that easy.
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Author’s notes: Dedications and thank-yous and virtual snickerdoodles go to my buddy/beta/continuity guru Gevaisa, who’s been the bestest ever with back-and-forth brainstorming.
Harhahek: Cat pronunciation of “Margaret.”
Hehk: Cat pronunciation of “Meg.”
Houh box: I couldn’t remember the correct wording, so I winged it. “Poop” box.
Ever listened to a cat’s sounds? What most people describe as a “meow” actually sounds more like “rau” or an elongated form of the same. I freely admit I took a lot of my inspiration for Carnation’s way of thinking from Diane Duane’s Cat Wizard series. The book titles to that are “The Book of Night with Moon” and “To Visit the Queen.”
-- Rosy the Cat
5/8/06
by Rosy the Cat
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own X-men and the various comics titles and movies, etc. They belong to Marvel. I do, however, own in the creative sense Margaret Kidder, her family and any other original characters I end up writing into this story. Steal anything of mine without permission, and I’ll round up a lynch mob of my fellow writers. This story was inspired by Gevaisa’s “Minion” and “Lady Doom,” which both kick ass, as does she. Before anybody launches any protests, she knows quite well what I’m doing and she’s probably more excited about it than I am. In fact, as of a few chapters back this story has joined continuities with the “Minion” saga. Huzzah for friendships in fandoms!
Chapter 9
*************************
Back at Xavier’s...
Carnation Kidder yawned, stretching his powerful legs out from his afternoon nap, and immediately set to work bathing himself. While doing so, he took the time to surreptitiously scope out the lay of the land around him, as Not Long Ago the Purple Not-Cat had attacked him here in his new territory, unprovoked. While it had resulted in his Girl being extra-vigilant while he was too injured to do so himself--he had an excellent, well-trained Girl, and had been the envy of the other Persons back at the old Stone Tree he and his girl had denned in with her Dam, her Dam’s Tom, and her Dam’s second litter--he was determined that the Purple Not-Cat would not invade his new territory again.
Honestly, the Not-Cat actually claimed that this was his territory and not Carnation’s, when it clearly was Carnation’s because this was where he had traveled in the Moving Box with his Girl’s Dam to! Stupid Not-Cat.
His bathing done, he set out to find his person so he could have food. She’d been woken by the Not-Cat’s girl with the confusing name early, and went out in her Second Late-Sleep Day clothes, carrying a strange bag with the interesting-smelling thing from the day before inside, and her going-away bag too. She’d never done that before, particularly not without taking him along!
Slipping out the Person-flap, he paused briefly to rub his chin along the door frame, loudly proclaiming to all the world that “this is MY den!” That done, he sauntered down the hallway, expertly dodging the Big Ones that were not considerate enough to acknowledge his presence while following the scent of his Girl. Bounding down a very macho manner, he cleared the bottom of the stairway and made his way to the Food Place. His Girl, who was named Harhahek, but called Hehk, had brought him here a few times when they first came to this Big Den. He could scent a bit of spilled milk that had been missed and dried up by the place she had sat, but no Hehk.
Where was she?
Mentally shrugging, Carnation picked up another scent trail left by his Girl away from the Food Place. That one led back up to their den, where he took the opportunity to check with the Cold One, who hadn’t seen anything due to napping off his weekly meal. Carnation found the Cold One odd, to only need one meal a week, and to have that meal be nothing more than a tiny, insignificant stunted mouse. The Cold One didn’t even get a proper chase out of it!
In any case, he re-marked his territory within the den after visiting his houh box.
His houh box: rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His and his girl’s bed: rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His Girl’s clothing places and all within them: rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His scratching tower: rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His Girl’s knowledge tree (book case): rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His girl’s thinking table (desk): rub-rub. “This is mine.”
His whiskers went forward into a smile, which turned mischievous as he scurried over to the Not-Cat’s bed: rub-rub. “This is MINE.”
The Cold One, Gustave, raised his head sleepily and hissed, “The Great One will not be pleased.”
“The Not-Cat should’ve recognized my territory and not invaded before. Serves the scaly freak right!”
Gustave, who was actually a rather good friend for all that he was a Cold One, simply let out an exasperated sigh and went back to his nap. Objective completed, Carnation trotted back out the Person-flap, following the second trail his Girl had left.
Down the stairs again, pausing only for a few pats and strokes from attentive young Big Ones, he came to a confused halt as the trail ended at the main door. Where had Hehk gone? There were a few short back and forth trails of hers, but no long one back in. Every other time she’d gone out, she’d come back home to him long before such a late hour. Where was she?
“Hehk? He--hk! Why aren’t you here? Harhahek!”
“Oh, ya poor lil’ thang! You miss your mama, don’tcha? Well, she’ll be back in a few days.”
Carnation froze in shock. Hehk gone? Back in a few DAYS? ! So deep was his confusion that he didn’t notice the girl--Hehk’s friend Hahrii--pick him up and carry him back to his den, stroking his pelt and prattling nonsense.
It just didn’t make sense. Hehk had never gone away for so long; not without taking him with her! She must have been kidnapped. Yes! That explained the back-and-forth scent trails. She fought her attackers who dragged her away but, being the cunning and clever Girl--not as cunning or clever as a Person, but certainly a credit to her kind--that she was, she would have fought her way free of her captors repeatedly, only to be felled by some dark and evil foe. His Hehk had been taken from him as he slept, and nobody but him knew it! He must save her! He-
Click-scrape. “Here ya go, sugah, some nice tuna your mama left you. Eat up!”
...Well, it wasn’t like he’d do Hehk much good searching on an empty stomach, and hunting in this place was annoyingly slim. Plus, tuna! He usually only got tuna for a special treat; he couldn’t let it go to waste, or worse, let the Purple Not-Cat eat it.
“All right, you strike a hard bargain, Hahrii. This won’t distract me for long, mind you, and then I’ll be off and away to save my Girl and- Oh, you didn’t say this was Big One tuna! Yum...”
It was just that easy.
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Author’s notes: Dedications and thank-yous and virtual snickerdoodles go to my buddy/beta/continuity guru Gevaisa, who’s been the bestest ever with back-and-forth brainstorming.
Harhahek: Cat pronunciation of “Margaret.”
Hehk: Cat pronunciation of “Meg.”
Houh box: I couldn’t remember the correct wording, so I winged it. “Poop” box.
Ever listened to a cat’s sounds? What most people describe as a “meow” actually sounds more like “rau” or an elongated form of the same. I freely admit I took a lot of my inspiration for Carnation’s way of thinking from Diane Duane’s Cat Wizard series. The book titles to that are “The Book of Night with Moon” and “To Visit the Queen.”
-- Rosy the Cat
5/8/06