Clint gave a surprised frown- for some reason he had expected their visitor to be male, but thinking about it, it made perfect sense. He still wasn't too happy about that sudden household addition, but some things... just happened. Kind of fitting that such a tough little fighter, surviving on the streets of an area that didn't have much patience with strays, should be a strong female just like the human it seemed to like so much.
"A little baby girl, huh?"
Taking the little one into his hand came naturally. First on the farm and later in the circus there had been enough cats around to at least know how to handle them. The hot thin body nearly fitted on his hand in whole when he pushed it under the cat's belly, with the ribs standing out painfully. Thinking about it, it was a miracle, it had pulled through that long.
Not that he wanted to think about it, so he quickly put the animal down in that prepared bed and tried to ignore, again, the warm sensation of its purring against his skin, and fought that silly little grin on his face. Now he probably had caught fleas after all.
"No screaming at night. Or you'll have sleeping pills in your milk tomorrow", he threatened their guest in Italian, but again he was pretty much ignored.
The kitten looked around in its new place a little suspiciously, confused, but then started kneading the blanket under its paws just like a grown up and finally curled into a filthy little ball. Which was absolutely not cute. Not a bit.
Clint sighed deeply and made his way back into the house, still shaking his head. Maybe he just grew old and sentimentality came with that...
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Date: 2014-03-29 08:38 pm (UTC)From:"A little baby girl, huh?"
Taking the little one into his hand came naturally. First on the farm and later in the circus there had been enough cats around to at least know how to handle them. The hot thin body nearly fitted on his hand in whole when he pushed it under the cat's belly, with the ribs standing out painfully. Thinking about it, it was a miracle, it had pulled through that long.
Not that he wanted to think about it, so he quickly put the animal down in that prepared bed and tried to ignore, again, the warm sensation of its purring against his skin, and fought that silly little grin on his face. Now he probably had caught fleas after all.
"No screaming at night. Or you'll have sleeping pills in your milk tomorrow", he threatened their guest in Italian, but again he was pretty much ignored.
The kitten looked around in its new place a little suspiciously, confused, but then started kneading the blanket under its paws just like a grown up and finally curled into a filthy little ball. Which was absolutely not cute. Not a bit.
Clint sighed deeply and made his way back into the house, still shaking his head. Maybe he just grew old and sentimentality came with that...