Furball and Claws (1/?)
anonymous
July 21 2014, 12:51:05 UTC
"You got everything you want?" Shepard asked, hitching her daughter Elena higher on her hip. Said daughter kept her amber eyes focused firmly on Garrus, thumb in mouth just resting there. Shepard brushed a lock of Elena's dark hair away from her forehead, giving Elena a quick kiss before continuing. "We've stocked up on dextro food, but you might need to head out if there's anything we've missed. Comm's linked up to my account, so is the entertainment system. Try not to go overboard with it." Shepard gave Garrus a quick smile
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Re: Furball and Claws (1/?)
anonymous
July 22 2014, 14:06:13 UTC
This was a wonderful thing to wake up and find. Of course kitchen means that the cat needs fed. And the cat isn't going to understand that the food he is eating isn't good for her.
Furball and Claws (2/?)
anonymous
July 22 2014, 20:57:45 UTC
The first evening seemed to go smoothly. The cat had stayed her distance from Garrus, happily feasting on the dried food Shepard had stocked up and curling up in a bed in a corner where the kitchen and living room intersected. She left Garrus alone while he looked over some data pads, wandering between her bed and the food bowls a couple of times before he went to bed.
Re: Furball and Claws (2/?)
anonymous
July 24 2014, 03:35:13 UTC
Heh, 'the whole thing to be his fault.' At least he managed not to almost step on her when she decided that right behind his legs was the right place to wait for food. I also had a good laugh at 'worse than a group of hungry cadets in training.'
Re: Furball and Claws (2/?)
anonymous
July 25 2014, 09:02:31 UTC
(Whoops thought I'd responded to this.) Yup, even though Garrus could not have gotten up without disturbing the cat, she still paints it as his fault. The cat's quite used to having a toddler stomp around so she knows how to get out of the way quickly.
Re: Furball and Claws (2/?)
anonymous
July 24 2014, 14:42:24 UTC
Oh God... This is one of the Awesome-est fills ever, i was actually reading this with my cat on my lap, and when i was done reading i just had to look down at him and pat him
Re: Furball and Claws (2/?)
anonymous
July 24 2014, 21:23:36 UTC
*blushing* Thank you! Some of the inspiration behind Shepard's cat is from my own (sadly departed almost a year ago) little kitty who I had almost fifteen years. Garrus shares more than a few frustrations with my husband -- "No, this is my food, not yours.", followed by a pleading meow.
Re: Furball and Claws (3/?)
anonymous
July 25 2014, 09:24:34 UTC
(A little later than I would have liked, apologies.)
After what seemed like an endless time of the cat watching him, she finally gave up and started on her own breakfast. The soft crunch of the dried food sounded and Garrus relaxed -- no need to explain to Shepard how he managed to accumulate rather extortionate veterinarian bills because he was quick enough to snipe someone in a crowd, but unable to prevent a cat from eating dextro food
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Re: Furball and Claws (3/?)
anonymous
July 26 2014, 18:28:07 UTC
Heh, kitty spaz attack. And I have to admit, I have backed down from the 'but I am comfy here on these papers you wanted to look at' look too. I am loving this fill.
Re: Furball and Claws (4/?)
anonymous
August 3 2014, 20:15:56 UTC
(Urgh. Sorry. Live slammed into me like a charging Krogan and if things all slot into place I could have a major upheaval in my live in 2-3 months. Hence the lack of considerate, consistent posts on this.)
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She ignored him as she instead investigating the data pad he had been working on, nuzzling against it and knocking it ever so slightly out of place. Garrus grumbled in annoyance and reset the data pad, scrolling to the next section of text.
The cat knocked the data pad out of alignment again. And again. Each time Garrus moved the data pad back to its prior position, and each time the cat seemed to think it a fun game.
Eventually, Garrus gave up and moved the data pad off to the side. The cat watched him move, tilting her head slightly when Garrus slumped back into the sofa. Garrus looked at the cat out of the corner of his eyes, mandibles tucked in slightly.
"What?"
"Meow.Garrus pulled in his mandibles some more, before letting them droop. He leaned forwards, checking the bowls beside the kitchen. Both still mostly full
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Re: Furball and Claws (4/?)
anonymous
August 3 2014, 22:25:08 UTC
No worries about life happening. I actually haven't had a chance to check back for a few days either. OP is still loving this fill. The cat staring at her door and crying reminds me of how my SO tells me how he and the cat he is allergic to commiserate when I am gone for a few days.
Re: Furball and Claws (5/5 DONE)
anonymous
August 10 2014, 14:08:17 UTC
The cat didn't seem placated by Garrus' promise that Shepard would be back in a few days. After the yowling and very early wake-up call, the cat had let Garrus go back to bed but only on the condition that she stay in the same room as him. Garrus had drawn the line at letting her sleep on the bed, which she had protested but not enough to keep up the fight. Instead, she'd settled on the floor at the foot of the bed for the night
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(Also, different A!A from the one asking on original or canon characters.)
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The next morning he was not so lucky ( ... )
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After what seemed like an endless time of the cat watching him, she finally gave up and started on her own breakfast. The soft crunch of the dried food sounded and Garrus relaxed -- no need to explain to Shepard how he managed to accumulate rather extortionate veterinarian bills because he was quick enough to snipe someone in a crowd, but unable to prevent a cat from eating dextro food ( ... )
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She ignored him as she instead investigating the data pad he had been working on, nuzzling against it and knocking it ever so slightly out of place. Garrus grumbled in annoyance and reset the data pad, scrolling to the next section of text.
The cat knocked the data pad out of alignment again. And again. Each time Garrus moved the data pad back to its prior position, and each time the cat seemed to think it a fun game.
Eventually, Garrus gave up and moved the data pad off to the side. The cat watched him move, tilting her head slightly when Garrus slumped back into the sofa. Garrus looked at the cat out of the corner of his eyes, mandibles tucked in slightly.
"What?"
"Meow.Garrus pulled in his mandibles some more, before letting them droop. He leaned forwards, checking the bowls beside the kitchen. Both still mostly full ( ... )
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