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mistkittMariChat Week Day 4: Kittens
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“Look lively, gentlemen. This is a serious matter.”
“Chat,” Marinette groaned from her blanket cocoon, “what are you doing?”
Chat Noir appeared at the top of her loft ladder. Under his arm he held her black cat plush, its wide eyes and leering grin showing no respect for the serious matter at hand.
He perched on the edge of her bed with as much care as possible and placed the round plush beside the long cat pillow.
“Soldiers,” he said, addressing the stuffed animals, “Marinette is in a lot of pain today because she is a woman and that’s her cross to bear.”
“I hate you so much right now,” Marinette grumbled.
“On any other day, I would stay here to monitor her recovery, but my civilian duties have called me away this evening. Therefore, as my representatives, the two of you will be ensuring the princess’s comfort.”
Her head poked out from under her blanket, pigtails in disarray. “Since when did my stuffed cats become your representatives?”
Chat blinked at her innocently. “Is that not okay?”
She glared back at him, blushed, and turned away. “It’s fine, I guess.” A moment later she felt the length of the long cat plush against her back. Chat wedged the smaller plush between her arms and her stomach.
“I really am sorry I can’t stay,” he said.
Marinette closed her eyes. “I’ll be fine once the pain killers kick in.” She felt his lips brush her temple and smiled. “Silly kitty.”
He nuzzled her neck before withdrawing, disturbing the bed as little as possible. Her skylight opened with a soft creak. “You gentlemen behave yourselves,” he ordered the plushies, then the door fell shut with a click.
Marinette burrowed into her sheets, hugged the stuffed kitten to her aching belly, and drifted to sleep.
