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roartonrisen) wrote2016-05-24 09:38 pm
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AU
Quite honestly, for about three months, Kieren just sort of figured his cat's been getting really fat. It's not like he should know better, because it's not like he'd ever had an appreciation for the animal arts when he'd been alive. So when someone had given Kieren a look like he's an idiot and commented that the cat's just pregnant, he doesn't think it should be his fault he hadn't noticed.
He hadn't even noticed himself coming back to life. How is he supposed to notice a cat?
He can notice, though, that the cat seems to be in distress and a quick check on the internet says that this is around the time they go into labour. Still, he's not doing this on his own. A touch panicked, Kieren fumbles around the bungalow for his things and fetches towels and an actual dropcloth, texting Sirius absently as he wanders, running a hand through his hair until it's wild.
Does he call a vet? Does he get a house call? Do those things still happen?
He hadn't even noticed himself coming back to life. How is he supposed to notice a cat?
He can notice, though, that the cat seems to be in distress and a quick check on the internet says that this is around the time they go into labour. Still, he's not doing this on his own. A touch panicked, Kieren fumbles around the bungalow for his things and fetches towels and an actual dropcloth, texting Sirius absently as he wanders, running a hand through his hair until it's wild.
Does he call a vet? Does he get a house call? Do those things still happen?
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"Minerva it is, I think," he says, tipping his head up to grin at Kieren before turning his attention back to the two squirming little ones. "Whether you're a girl or a boy, I think."
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"I hope this won't send you skittering away," he says. "I'd hate to lose my favourite bed warmer."
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When Kieren speaks again, he turns to look back once more, brow furrowed, but still smiling. "Do you mean me or Padfoot? Or Ginger."
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"I should hunt down the little tomcat that did this," he says then, voice entirely teasing. "He should want to be a part of his childrens' lives at the very least, don't you think? Maybe put in a bit here and bit there for child care. Poor Ginger shouldn't be strapped with their sole care for the next however long."
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"Shall I ring a bell?" he asks. "Waggle a dog collar with tags attached?"
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Watching Ginger again, he perks up even further he notices the another little newcomer. "Ah, we've got another," he says, though he stays as he is, his head perched on Kieren's thigh. "I'm starting to wonder if we should take bets on how many we'll get in total. We're up to four now, so what do you think -- six by the end? Seven?"
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"And a gorgeous boyfriend, of course," he adds with a wink. "But doesn't that go without saying?"
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