Catcalls [Stefan]
May 21, 2015 0:20:15 GMT -5
Post by Mike Batista on May 21, 2015 0:20:15 GMT -5
Honestly, Mike was just surprised it hadn't happened sooner.
Or more frequently.
And had expected it to involve more people, less clothing, and a round of STD tests, frankly. But, good friend that he was (yes, officer, just a good friend, don't believe what he says) Mike had not only visited Stefan on every visiting day, but had taken temporary custody of Sebastian. If he could foster delinquents and pyros, he could deal with an alcoholic cat.
First things first, he dried the poor thing out. Mike's fosters weren't allowed controlled substances, and that included feline residents. It was not as arduous a process as say, drying out Stefan would be, but it was not pleasant for anyone involved. (Well, except for Nory, who delighted in the kitty no matter how pissed off he looked.) Once Sebastian was off the liquor, eating healthy food regularly and getting playtime, Mike was surprised to discover a really nice cat, and moreover, that he actually liked their evening sessions with the brush to corral all that explosive fur.
But his friend was home now, and it was time for kitty to be too. Mike had enjoyed their time (mostly, the withdrawl period had been kind of intense), and was fairly certain that Stefan didn't have any more liquor lurking in his house for Sebastian's nightly shot. And if he did, the trainer highly doubted he'd waste it on the cat.
Purring in his carrier, a catnip banana between his paws, Mike trundled him up to his friend's door and knocked. He'd bring the rest of the stuff, litterbox, etc, in later.
"It's Mike!" he called softly.
Or more frequently.
And had expected it to involve more people, less clothing, and a round of STD tests, frankly. But, good friend that he was (yes, officer, just a good friend, don't believe what he says) Mike had not only visited Stefan on every visiting day, but had taken temporary custody of Sebastian. If he could foster delinquents and pyros, he could deal with an alcoholic cat.
First things first, he dried the poor thing out. Mike's fosters weren't allowed controlled substances, and that included feline residents. It was not as arduous a process as say, drying out Stefan would be, but it was not pleasant for anyone involved. (Well, except for Nory, who delighted in the kitty no matter how pissed off he looked.) Once Sebastian was off the liquor, eating healthy food regularly and getting playtime, Mike was surprised to discover a really nice cat, and moreover, that he actually liked their evening sessions with the brush to corral all that explosive fur.
But his friend was home now, and it was time for kitty to be too. Mike had enjoyed their time (mostly, the withdrawl period had been kind of intense), and was fairly certain that Stefan didn't have any more liquor lurking in his house for Sebastian's nightly shot. And if he did, the trainer highly doubted he'd waste it on the cat.
Purring in his carrier, a catnip banana between his paws, Mike trundled him up to his friend's door and knocked. He'd bring the rest of the stuff, litterbox, etc, in later.
"It's Mike!" he called softly.
