Tiny ficlet

[wesleysgirl]

This was the only bit of fic that came from my asking for prompts/ideas several days ago. It's so short I'm not even putting it behind a cut. Thanks to amaka for the suggestion. :-)

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"We're getting rid of the cat," Rodney announced.

"Okay," John said; not only was he easy, but he didn't actually like the cat all that much. It had a tendency to lurk under the sofa and then claw his ankle as he walked by.

"It vomited on my pillow."

John marked his place in the article he was reading with a finger and looked up at Rodney, who was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. "That's pretty disgusting."

"You have no idea," Rodney said, like John had never seen cat puke before.

"So get rid of him. I'm sure there must be dozens of families adopting cats from that shelter across town. Maybe he could be, you know, an outdoor cat. He can do all his puking in the great outdoors."

Rodney nodded. "Yes! Yes, good point. And he'd probably love all that fresh air, hunting birds..." He trailed off as the cat appeared and wound its way around his ankles. "Go away."

The cat blinked up at him and made a little chirruping sound, then butted its head against Rodney's leg.

"Fine," Rodney said, throwing his hands up. "Fine, you can stay. But the next time you throw up on the bed, that's it."

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :-)