Ice cream and kitty cats, part 3🍦😸
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"Hello? Am I talking to Villain?"
"Yes?"
"Great, just a friendly reminder for your cat Baby Villain's appointment today at Fluff-tastic Veterinary Clinic."
"Uhhh-thanks? But it's not my cat, it's my- er- friend's. Can't you call them instead?"
"Sure, what's their number?"
"Oh... Oh, I don't have their number actually."
"Oh. Well, alright. So will your cat make it today? Or shall I cancel the appointment?"
"Um, yes, don't cancel the appointment. Thank you."
"Thank you, have a good day."
Call disconnected.
Villain put down the phone and looked at their plan's blueprints on their desk.
What just happened?
Did they really just agree to stop their evildoing to get Hero's cat to the vet?
They ran a hand through their hair. Then sighed.
Guess they did.
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Hero's house was locked, and Villain couldn't find a hidden key anywhere. There wasn't a pet door they could call Baby Villain from, and they didn't have Hero's number.
It wasn't good for Hero either since they'd be too busy just procrastinate again. But Villain definitely didn't care about their nemesis so they weren't a reason to not cancel the appointment.
They had two choices.
Cancel the appointment — but that wasn't good for the cat for obvious reasons.
Second choice was… breaking and entering. It should be fine, they were a villain and this was a hero's house. And it wasn't like they were friends or anything.
But… this was an ordinary apartment, not a billionaire's mansion. Villain was a villain but they had class.
They paced back and forth in front of the front door a little bit, why was this such a hard decision for them? It didn't make sense!
They stared at the doorknob, took a deep breath, and gave in.
"Dear To Hero,
Picking the lock was easy, too easy, Hero definitely needed some lessons in lock-shopping.
They entered, made sure not to touch anything, stole the cat, and left a note for Hero.
Took the cat to the vet.
I used my phone for the appointment so they called me today as a reminder.
Didn't have your number so couldn't tell them to call, and couldn't call you myself of course.
Your door was locked so I had to pick it.
Here's my number, by the way.
Best regards,
Regards,
Bye,
Villain."
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Villain couldn't believe they got lost — why was a veterinary clinic so hard to find, anyway? Now they missed their appointment and were stuck in the waiting room for a cat that wasn't even theirs! Seriously?
At least the cat didn't mind. It was curled up comfortably in their lap, purring and making the whole ordeal a lot slightly less frustrating.
Baby Villain had definitely never been to the vet before, Villain concluded. That meant they were a stray and needed all their shots, and also needed to be spayed/neutered. What else? They would need some toys and stuff to love their kitty life, Villain had seen a DIY rope tower online, maybe they could build that.
The evil-doer was so lost in thought that they didn't notice when someone came up and sat beside them. It was only when Baby Villain elicited a soft "ow" from the stranger did Villain look up.
It was Hero.
"Thanks for bringing Baby Villain to l vet. I can take it from here."
There was something like a shatter in Villain's chest as they cradled their cat counterpart. Then a hiss knocked them out of their daze.
"I don't think you'll make it out in one piece if you try to take BV to the vet, of all places."
"BV? I think I'll be fine, they are my cat after all."
"That's not what it says on the customer form I filled out."
"What?"
"Yup! For all intents and purposes, BV is my cat. But you can still come and give them gifts on holidays. They really like cash, just so you know," Villain grinned.
Hero furrowed their brow in confusion.
Just then, the receptionist called out, "Baby Villain and Villain, the doctor will see you now, please."
The waiting room was filled with a chorus of 'awww's and 'so cute!'s. Villain's grin disappeared and they turned red. They shyly got up and tried not to notice everyone's loving stares.
They were ushered into one of the doors but their head sheepishly peeked out a minute later to call Hero since they weren't able to answer most of the doctor's questions.
After all was said and done, the vet told Hero and Villain how lucky they were to have such a well-behaved and healthy kitty, and how good cat parents they were.
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"Where have you been?" Sidekick turned around in their mentor's chair, their arms crossed.
Villain had just entered their lair after a long day of non-evil-doings and were not in the mood to deal with whatever Sidekick seemed to be worked up about.
They had taken a cat that wasn't theirs to the vet, had been told they were a good cat parent along with their spouse, which made them sputter to no end, then they had been invited into the Hero's home for early dinner and a movie in return for the day they had. They suspected that last bit was just a ploy by Hero to have them take care of Baby Villain, seeing as how the cat never left their arms.
"Out where? We had evil plans, Villain. You can't just cancel last minute and then be a no-show for the rest of the day!"
Every day, Hero acted more villainous that Villain themselves! Villain didn't know what to think!
"Out," Villain replied.
"Sorry, I was-uhhhh," they couldn't tell Sidekick the truth! Could they? "
"Wait, is that cat fur on your clothes? You don't have a cat."
"Yeah, I was, ummm, I took my friend's cat to the vet."
"This friend of yours, they wouldn't happen to be Hero, would they?" Sidekick squinted their eyes.
"...Maybe." Sidekick glared at their boss who tried their best to avoid their gaze.
"Villain, why does it feel like I think more about defeating Hero than you do?"
"I—"
"Wait! Hero has a cat now?"
"Ye-es?"
"I get it now, you're brilliant, Villain, absolutely brilliant!" They were opening and shutting drawers, looking for Villain's evil plan notebook; they couldn't stop rambling. "Now that Hero has a cat, they'll have less time for hero work! But!" They held up a finger, a mischievous smirk on their face, "I know a way to turn it all the way up to eleven," they started cackling. Then a full-on evil laugh, much better than Villain's ever was.
What had they gotten Hero into?
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Hero opened their door to Sidekick someone wrapped in a shawl, holding a basket with a sheet on it.
"Cough, cough. Is that you, dear Hero?"
"Excuse me?"
"Thank the heavens. Oh, dear hero. I'm just a completely normal civilian, but I have gotten sick thanks to a bug that's going around, achoo. The doctor says I need to stay away from my darling cats for a while till I'm cured. I don't know how long it'll be.
I don't have anyone else to take care of them for me, but I know I can count on you, protector of our city."
"Ummm—"
"Oh, say you'll do it," they begged, huge tears running down their face, "I don't have anyone else." They shoved the basket at Hero and starting wailing, "Oh, woe is me!"
The civilian looked up, eyes dry and clear as ever, "Awesome! Here are their instructions," they shoved a notebook into Hero's face with newfound energy, along with some cat toys from their bag, "and since there's a bug going around, don't be surprised to receive more baskets of kittens, but it's going to be no problem for you, great Hero, I'm sure. Toodles!"
Hero was alarmed, but the stranger's loud sobbing knocked them to their senses, "Yes, of course! Yes, citizen, of course I will take care of your cat."
They tried to comfort the civilian but one question kept running around in their mind: How did this person find out their secret identity?
They turned around without a second glance at their allegedly beloved pets.
Hero opened the basket to one cat and four kittens, sound asleep.
What had they gotten themselves into?
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Disclaimer: I have no idea how cats, vets, veterinary clinics, or cat-sitting works, I'm like the most unqualified person to write this
A/N:
Dedicated to @eahravinqueen's cat who recently passed away
Imagine Sidekick the cat deliverer person talking like the student character from this short.
People who helped with this story/unofficial tag list: @world-of-fire-and-flight @eahravinqueen @just-a-space-rabbit @chaoticgoodthief
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Beckoning cat without left hand: Life history of Choma-1(1/2)
This painting is a portrait of Choma that I unknowingly drew about two months before Choma's death.
It is an oil painting with a title such as "Handless Maneki Neko".
In 1993, I was surprised when my father, who had a ruthless attitude toward living things, said that he would keep a "cat". I thought, "A man who is as cold as my father keep a cat?"
The cat I saw for the first time was a really small cat, and I thought, "What is this little one?"
I noticed and received one of the kittens born by the clerk of the company where my father was the factory manager. And this cat is a cat that has "Scottish Fold" in one parent, and the place where the ears originally hang down, but the characteristic did not appear in the cat himself.
My father gave the name "Choma". It seems that it means eating food little by little. That's why my father also called it "Chomako" and "Guitsukotan".
They are together when they go to bed.
And Choma grew up, given cat food and occasionally fish sashimi.
In the case of Choma, the food that should be served at the set time ,but served he was screaming, so he grew bigger and became a heavyweight cat. Approximately 9 kg.
And, as a male cat’s nature, he went on an expedition to the outside of our house, cultivated territory, and returned triumphantly. Such a choma has a rival, and he comes home after a quarrel with a lot of lives, so the injury was usual. For example, "corneal perforation" is a fear of blindness, so I took him to a veterinary clinic and received eye drops. Also, in the case of cats, the surface of the injured part will soon heal and lesions will remain in the body, so it was necessary to pay attention to this as well.
Also, at my home, We was feeding the stray cats as well, so Choma was kicking them down as if he was looking down on them. It was an arrogant attitude. Once, Choma was hitting a poor cat "Knock" who escaped to the outdoor unit of the air conditioner, so I once held a Choma and let the knock escape in the meantime, saying "You also like bullying the weak". ..
Among these stray cats, there was a gentle brother-like cat, who lived while caring with his colleagues. We used to call it "Know". This cat's brother has a light coat color, but the coat color is dark, so he called it "Know (dark)". The other is "tan (light)". Easy nomenclature.
January 10, 1996 came to my house doing so.
On January 10, 1996, something happened to Choma. In the daytime, I heard some kind of squeaky voice, so there was a Choma in the doorway room ... But if I look closely, the wrist of his left hand is "twisted", and it looks horrible.
I had to take him to a veterinary clinic right away, but I was surprised ,when he ate food for such a time .
I heard at a veterinary clinic that he can't make an "artificial limb", and if the front leg remains halfway, the bones will be exposed, so we have to take the left front leg together.
Choma's surgery was performed there, and Choma became three legs.
After the accident, the appearance of "Know" disappeared, so I suspect that Choma was bullying Know, but he tampered with the artificial rotating equipment and screwed it. "Know" would have robbed one hand of Choma in exchange for his life.
To be continued...
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