#You KNOW Jack is out here grooming everyone like a mama cat

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@ilookbetterinslowmo is asleep, post wereanimal fakes! I’m loving this au so much I needed to doodle

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Can I request one where the gang reacts to the reader bringing a cat and a bunch of kittens back to camp? This is my favourite blog 🤩

Thank you so much, you’re lovely! 

This turned out super long haha, as a cat lover I adore this scenario! 

Gang Reactions - reader brings home a cat and her kittens

You don’t know why you convinced yourself you could sneak a full-grown, very vocal mama cat and three tiny kittens back into camp without anyone noticing, but there you were, holding a gently wriggling bundle which you tried to hide under your shirt.

Hosea raises his eyebrow as you walk past. “You appear to have an over-active stomach today, Y/N.”

When one of the kittens starts mewing profusely, his eyes widen. You freeze on the spot.

It’s only a matter of seconds before his frostiest stare makes you confess everything. Soon you’re in his tent, spilling the felines onto his cot in an ungainly heap. Hosea scratches his chin, simply uttering a thoughtful “…huh.”

The kittens topple over one another whilst the mother grooms them, tiny mews and purrs breaking the unbearable silence in the tent.

“Dare I ask where you found them?” Hosea queries, rubbing the bridge of his nose. When you explain that you found them under the floorboards of a barn you were looting for supplies, he nods slowly.

Dutch appears at the entrance to the tent as if summoned by forces unknown. He looks agog as his gaze shifts between you, Hosea and the kittens.

Naturally, he’s furious that you didn’t consult him first before bringing them home.

“Did you not think we don’t already have enough trouble around here? That we don’t have enough mouths to feed without…these?” he thunders, his voice cracking as he points at the kittens. You can’t help but feel a bit teary then.

“Look how skinny they are, I couldn’t just leave them! I thought you of all people would understand that, Dutch van der Linde.” you sniffle, the adrenaline rush you felt when bringing them home suddenly crashing spectacularly as you break down into quiet sobs. Dutch lets out a long sigh, wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly.

“Alright, alright.” he grumbles, patting you. “We’ll see what happens. But if they cause any trouble, they’re out. Understood?”

You nod tearfully, not noticing the crowd that had gathered outside the tent, wondering what all the commotion was about.

“Oh my word, look at those sweet kittens!” Mary-Beth squeals, making her way to the front of the group, her hand cupped in front of her mouth.

“Kittens, is it? Ain’t no good thing ever come from kittens. They grow into cats, and everyone knows you should never trust a cat.” slurs Uncle, raising his bottle for effect. Everyone shakes their heads, deciding to ignore his wisdom of the day.

The next few minutes can only be described as euphoric chaos. Every gang member is trying to get into Hosea’s tent to get a good look at the new arrivals. Mary-Beth has gathered up the mama cat in her arms and is cooing softly at her, Jack is begging you to let him name one, Bill is declaring loudly to anyone who’ll listen that he hates cats. 

Eventually, Dutch barks at everyone to go back to their business. He sternly instructs you to take the cat and kittens back to your tent, where they are to stay. They’re your responsibility. 

Jack follows you, almost tripping over his own feet with excitement. He’s never seen kittens before. 

Abigail fetches an old blanket from her own tent which she arranges artfully into a nest at the foot of your cot. Mama cat immediately takes a shine to it, settling herself in the centre whilst the kittens crowd around her. 

Javier, Arthur and Charles all stick their heads around the tent at different intervals, asking if you and your companions are alright. You highly suspect they just wanted to sneak a look at the kittens. 

Pearson gruffly arrives with a shallow dish of milk, which he offers to Mama cat. She laps it up frantically, confirming your theory of them being close to starvation. Pearson watches, looking pleased that he could help.

“Y’know, we always had a cat on the ship when I was in the Navy. Kept the rats away. Maybe our lady here could do the same around camp.” he muses. 

As the days go by, Mama cat gets stronger, her coat thickens up and gets shiny again. The kittens don’t seem phased by their new surroundings, though they aren’t quite bold enough to leave the tent without their mother yet. 

Mary-Beth spends most of her time with you, fussing over the kittens. She’s forever finding little bits of ribbon for them to play with, her face lighting up when they reach for it with their tiny paws. 

Micah is far less impressed. He’s irritated that camp life has been shifted to accommodate some goddamn cats. But, he declares, at least they’re a step up from Cain. 

He avoids the kittens like the plague, but Mama cat takes a shine to him. To his horror, he finds her sleeping inside his hat one morning when he wakes up. 

He tries to shoo her away, but she simply purrs and winds around his legs. 

Before long, the pair are inseparable. Micah calls her Lady Bell. Naturally, the others are in surprised hysterics. 

“Aw, Micah! The kittens have a new daddy!”, “I’ll cut you so deep your daddy’ll feel it, Morgan.”

Arthur likes spending time with the kittens after a long day out of camp. He smiles widely as he tickles them under their little chins. 

Lenny is beside himself, too. You’re sure you’ve overheard him referring to one of the kittens as Lenny Junior. 

Of course, the kittens have multiple names as everyone has their own ideas on what they should be called. You do let Jack name one in the end of course, a tiny grey tabby who he calls Merlin. 

Susan fusses and scolds away as you’d expect, especially when the kittens use various items as a toilet (an empty cooking pot, some freshly washed linen, Strauss’s ledger, Bill’s hat, ect.) 

But she has such a soft spot for cats, and can often be found scooping them up and cooing at them when she thinks no one can see her. 

Karen and Tilly think they’re cute and all, but most of their time is spent trying to convince Mary-Beth not to go out and get more pets. 

Molly finds the kittens very therapeutic and comforting, much like Arthur. She gently pets them, letting them sleep on her shawls. When she’s feeling especially low, she’ll often end up weeping gently into their fur. They don’t seem to mind. 

Despite the use of his ledger as a makeshift toilet, Strauss also betrays his love of cats by always coming home from his errands with various treats from the local butchers. The gang can’t believe how often he smiles these days. 

Mama cat often curls up on Swanson’s lap when he’s passed out from drinking. It’s almost like she’s protecting him. 

Sadie decides that as long as the kittens grow up to be able to hunt for themselves, she’s got no quarrel with them. She feels a certain solidarity with Mama cat. 

John, Bill and Sean are decidedly not cat people whatsoever. Sean is actually petrified of cats and it takes Karen gently placing one of the kittens on his knee (he was sweating from the pressure) and guiding his hand to pet it to get him to calm down. 

John sees cats as pointless - “at least dogs can work!” - but the joy they bring to Jack and Abigail softens his view somewhat. 

One of the kittens, the only male, has an unusual fur pattern, with a tiny smudge of black just under his nose that looks a lot like a moustache. Of course, you name him Dutch.  

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Sid feels a vague sense of melancholy the whole week following the potluck dinner. He tries not to get like this— his life is a gift. He has wonderful friends and family, he’s able to make a living in a way that truly makes him happy. He has his animals, and his health. He really can’t ask for more. And he usually doesn't.

But the conversation he’d had with Evgeni over a pile of dirty dishes won’t leave him, and unease hangs about him like a miasma.  

He has a good life, he tells himself again.

The week has its bright spots. The mama cat and her kittens receive a clean bill of health from Dr. Brassard, and Flower calls him to ask if they can take one for the girls when they’re old enough. That only leaves one kitten to find a home for, and Sid isn’t opposed to keeping both it and its mother if need be.

He’s started calling her Caroline, after one of his favorite female hockey players. It quickly gets shortened to Caro. She makes chirpy “mrrrrrp!” noises at him whenever she sees him, and isn’t phased in the slightest by Ref’s clumsy and bewildered attempts to make friends. As the kittens grow, she takes occasional breaks from them and has decided that when not curled around her babies, her favorite location is draped around Sid’s shoulders.

She’s a comfort, and so are the rest of his misfit menagerie. Puck, the black Percheron, is the best listener. Sid talks to him, and Puck just regards him with one kind, warm brown eye, and then leans his massive head into Sid’s chest so Sid will scratch him in the place he likes best, right under the thoatlatch. Stanley, the gray, is usually more interested in hay than in Sid’s problems.

“So, I should just get over myself probably, huh?” Sid ask him, pulling loose a piece of alfalfa that’s been dangling out of the corner of Stanley’s mouth for the last ten minutes. Stanley sneezes, misting horse snot all over Sid’s clean shirt, then nuzzles him, leaving behind a smear of spit and partially chewed hay, just to complete the effect.

“Thanks,” Sid tells him dryly.

***

He’s in the grocery store Thursday evening when he hears a piping “Sid!” followed by a small body hurtling into his legs. It’s Sofia, a tired-looking Evgeni pushing a cart in her wake.

Evgeni smiles wide when he sees Sid, though, and leans with his forearms on the cart handle to talk to Sid.

“How is kitten?” he asks. “Getting bigger?”

“They’re growing like weeds,” Sid replies. “Clean bill of health from the vet, too. He says they’ll be ready to go to new homes when they’re about eight weeks old.”

An inadvisable idea strikes him. He really shouldn’t, but he’s weak.

“But you could always come visit them before then.” In for a penny, he thinks. “What are you doing tomorrow evening?”

Evgeni blinks. “Not...really do anything. I’m have job interview in morning and Sofia have AM kindergarten but nothing after that. Are you sure—”

“Come for lunch, then,” Sid continues, before he can stop himself. “If you want. Sofia can see Maple and Biscuit again too, if she wants.”

“Maple? Biscuit?” Sofia shrieks, because she certainly has picked up those English words.

Evgeni smiles and shakes his head. “Okay, sure. We can come. One pm, is that good?”

“Perfect!” Sid enthuses, and mentally berates himself for using an adorable child’s love of ponies as a lure to spend more time with her and her attractive father. Her attractive, straight father, who’d had a wife before she’d left him, for god’s sakes.

I’m being neighborly, Sid tells himself. It’s called making friends.

Evgeni's eyes are kind of, gentle, as he regards Sid. “You like have people over. I’m remember.”

Oh great, now he just comes off as some kind of desperate recluse. Sid looks down at the box of Raisin Bran in his cart and feels his cheeks flush with shame.

“Happy to come over,” Evgeni says, and his voice sounds a little odd. “Will look forward to, so much.” The tone is achingly sincere, and it’s enough to make Sid able to look up again.

Evgeni is doing that thing again where he’s staring at Sid like he’s just realized something, and Sid dearly wishes he knew what it was.

***

Friday is clear and sunny, the afternoon filled with the beautiful, hazy autumn light that Sid loves best.

He hears gravel crunch in the driveway and Ref start barking his head off, warning him that Evgeni and Sofia are here. He has Caro draped around his shoulders instead of an embarrassing novelty apron this time.

“Hey! How was the interview?” Sid asks, smiling up at Evgeni.  

Again, with the staring. Sid is going to get a complex at this rate. Is there something on his face? He wipes at his mouth just in case.

“Was pretty good. Maybe, you know?” Evgeni shrugs

“What was the job?” Sid asks, as he ushers them inside. Evgeni remembers where to hang up the coats and to take his shoes off in the hall, and it makes Sid feel warm to see it.

“You know university next town over? Russian studies program have opening. Difficult job to get but would be perfect.”

“Wow,” Sid says, impressed. “That’s amazing. Is that what you did before? Teach?”

“I did,” Evgeni says. “But in city. Only adjunct jobs. Had to take two, three at a time to make enough money. Still not enough. Part of why Irina leave, I think.” His shoulders hunch, like he’s ashamed.

“I’m sorry,” Sid says softly. “I know you must have been trying so hard.”

Evgeni looks at him, pain pooling in his eyes and hardening the lines of his face. Sid wants to reach out. Hold him.

“I did,” Evgeni says, and it’s like he’s realizing it for the first time. “I did...”

Sid can’t help it. He reaches out and grips Evgeni’s shoulder. “Of course you did.” Evgeni takes a deep, shuddering breath and sways into the touch.

“Papa?” comes an uncertain little voice from the kitchen doorway. Sofia is looking at them, one hand clutching Ref’s fur.

Evgeni smiles. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He says something gentle to her, and they all go in.

***

They eat in the kitchen instead of the dining room like at the potluck. Sid loves this part of the house the best. There’s a deep bay window and a nook just big enough for a comfortable little table. Through the window he can see a lot of his property as it slopes down to the road; the orchard on one side and pumpkins and pasture on the other.

“Good view,” Evgeni comments, as Sid brings over the soup he’d made and the bread he’d been warming in the oven. The tightness is starting to fade from around his mouth and his eyes.

“The best,” Sid says, and can’t help but smile. He can see Jake in the field, helping a family choose a pumpkin, while the goats stick their heads through the fence and try to beg treats from everyone in sight.

They eat, and Evgeni elaborates on the interview, getting animated and worked up as he talks about the quality of the program and what he’d do if he gets the job. It’s good to see, especially after the moment in the hallway.

Sid, through Evgeni, asks Sofia about her day at kindergarten. Today was apparently themed around the letter B and the color blue.

After they eat, they check on the kittens, and their growth, wiggliness, and squeak volume are assessed. Sofia doesn't know yet that she’s getting one, and her father wants it to be a surprise.

Evgeni apparently can’t help himself from pointing to the littlest one, a boy according to Dr. Brassard, and asking Sofia for name ideas, though. Sid smiles as Sofia frowns intently. She’s taking her job very seriously.

Evgeni laughs at the Russian word she eventually comes up with. “Don’t know how to translate. Is like, little snow? Snowflake. Very cute, fluffy name, usually for girl cat or girl dog.”

“Oh, I don’t think he’ll mind,” Sid says, and nods at Sofia. “Good job.”

Sofia beams. “Good job,” she echoes. She’s definitely picked that phrase up at school.

***

Later, Sofia of course needs to see Biscuit and Maple. Sid secures Maple’s lead rope safely to the fence with a quick-release knot and turns Sofia loose with a bucket of grooming tools. She chatters happily to the pony in Russian, with a few English words scattered through.

“Good, Sid?” she calls hopefully to where he and Evgeni are leaning together on the fence, showing him the crooked braid she’s just made in Maple’s mane.

“Very good!” he tells her, and gives her a thumbs up. She beams at him and goes back to work.

“Why you do for her?” Evgeni asks quietly. “You nice guy, but this is a lot. You have whole farm to run, you’re busy. Why?”

Sid takes a moment to think about how to say it best. “I grew up in a fairly big town, actually. We didn’t have the money or the room for any animals. The best part of my summers was when we got to come out here and visit my Aunt Esther. Great aunt, actually. I loved it here so, so much. She and my great uncle were older, and they weren’t able to do much with the property, but they had chickens and a dog and an old horse in the back pasture. Uncle Jack had used to show draft horses, back in the day. Skip was the last horse he had left. I used to coax Skip over to the fence so I could climb up swing over to sit on him while he grazed.” Sid laughs. “Not the safest, but he was a sweet old guy. Took care of me. Let me hang all over him.”

He pauses. The next part of the story isn’t as idyllic.

“Uncle Jack got cancer and passed when I was nineteen. I was taking some time off after high school and was just working a shit job at a corner store, wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life. Aunt Esther couldn’t handle the place alone, was heartbroken about needing to sell it. I couldn’t stand the idea, or seeing her so sad and scared about moving away from her home. So I quit my job, told my family I was leaving, and showed up on her doorstep.”

He laughs a little. “The first years were...really hard. I was a kid who knew nothing about farming, trying to do a man’s job. But Aunt Esther taught me a lot, and she got to spend the last years of her life at home. She died when I was twenty-five. Left me everything.”

“Sid,” Evgeni says, but doesn’t continue.

“So all this to say, that I get it. Being a kid, feeling like this place is kind of magic. Wanting to visit and see all the animals. Being obsessed with the horses.  It’s...kind of why I’ve been shifting the focus of the farm’s income to visitor based stuff. The pumpkins, the apple cider. U-pick fruits and vegetables in the summer, apples in the fall.”

He ducks his head, embarrassed at the look and the smile Evgeni is giving him. “It’s just, more people can experience it too, then?”

“Sid,” is all Evgeni says again, and he shakes his head.

“That’s me,” Sid replies, like a dork, because he doesn’t know what else to do or say.

“It is,” Evgeni says. He says something else in Russian, low and fervent.  

When Sid looks up, Evgeni kisses him.

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Beings Living With More Than 2 Dogs, Post Your Pics Of What It’s Like

Having a hound accompanies a certain amount of commitment and, without a doubt, euphorium to one’s life – but what about the kinfolks for whom one hound merely wasn’t enough? Are they living in a real-life form of 101 Dalmations? Do they still get to enjoy some peace and quiet, privacy, and ‘me’ time? Sure, it looks nice and cute to areas outside, but what is it really like to have a live full of doggies?

If you’ve get 2 or more puppies in your mansion, we want to see what your life looks like, so share a pic with Bored Panda readers below.

# 1 Happy Three Friends

# 2 Your best friend Missed A Dog So He Went And Adopted Hank. He Is A Little Different

# 3 My Dogs Come In Small, Medium And Large

# 4 Looks Like I’ll Sit On The Floor Then

# 5 My Clown Car Of Dogs

# 6 My Mom Rescues Dogs. She Has A Lot Of Kitchen Helpers

# 7 This Is How My Neighbors Dogs Greet Me Every Time I Come Home

# 8 Tried To Take A Nice Photo And My Dogs Just Look Stoned

# 9 My Dad Grins Like A Jackass Eating Briars, But Verifying Him And His Herd Of Weenie Dogs Makes Me Smile

#10 My Five Dogs May Be Very Different, But They Are A True Pack

#11 My Mum’s 3 Wiener Dogs Extending For Their Daily Canoe Ride

#12 Nothing Like That Wet Dog Aroma On A Rainy Day

#13 This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

#14 Relief Nap Time( 5 Out Of My 8 Dogs)

#15 My Dogs At The Groomers

#16 My Family Ranges A Dachshund Rescue And Well, This Is Usually What It Looks Like

#17 Neighbourhood Watch!

#18 Everyone Wants To Catch The Ball!

#19 Nap Time

#20 I Know It Gazes Like 2 Pups And A Cat But Shhh Don’t Tell Jack Cuz He Speculates He’s A Dog Too Lol

#21 Here Is A Standard Picture Of My Dogs Getting Married

#22 My Mothers Have 3 Dogs. And A Cat

#23 Your best friend Dogs Have Incredible Patience

#24 Good Doggies!

#25 Three Boxers And Their Trainer

#26 Wolfhound Summer

#27 Belvie Says, “In Case You Were Thinking Who’s Most Important Around Here I Will Cause You A Hint … It’s Me”

#28 Morning Walk

#29 Half Of My Pack.( There Is One Under The Covers, Too)

#30 When You’re Holding Something Potentially Tasty

#31 Best Climbing Buds Ever

#32 Are We There Yet?

#33 Three Pits In A Chair

#34 A Whole Plenty Of Love

#35 Treading The Family

#36 Shaped A Welping Box For My Pregnant Husky. Shes Sharing With The Pack

#37 My Chair Is Taken Over By The Three Musketeers

#38 This Is My Life Now

#39 They Manufacture Escapades More Fun

#40 The Thought From My Work Desk

#41 Training The Newest Member Of The Pack

#42 This Way, This Way … No This Room!

#43 When You Feed Half The Pack In The Kitchen, And The Other Half In The Living Room

#44 My Very Talented Pack Of Pitbulls

#45 Best Family Picture In Years

#46 My Dogs Chose To Pose For Me When I Get Home

#47 Waiting On Mama To Get Home

#48 Umm, Move Over!

#49 Lap Dogs

#50 My Naughty Children!

#51 Took The Dogs For A Walk. Chewy Seemed Like The Happiest Of The Three

#52 Rare To Captivate Them In Such Posey Form

#53 Tres Amigos!

#54 They Were Campaigning And This Is The Look I Went When I Told Them To Sto.

#55 This Is My Pack

#56 My Dogs Being Donuts

#57 Six Out Of Seven Of My Goofballs( Hard To Fit Them All In One Pic!

#58 Took This Photo Of My Dogs At The Beach Today

#59 My Dogs Formed A Band. Any Band Name Ideas?

#60 Three Musketeers?

#61 I Never Feel Cold Or Loneliness

#62 My Three Girls Comes In Different Colors, Sizes And Ages But At The Intention They All Are Just Love

#63 My Dogs Are Definitely An Eclectic Bunch

#64 Saturday Afternoon Nap

#65 My Two Year Old Has A Broken Leg And An Army Of Dogs To Watch Over Him

#66 I Present To You My Three Doggies

#67 Three Captains

#68 Because My Dogs Are Cute

#69 My Dogs Are Weird

#70 My Pack

#71 You Can Call It A Pool Party

#72 Sam( The Perfect Dog) And Melvin( Aka: Spud, The Giant Baked Potato ), Both Rescues And Formed Their Own Pack

#73 My Pack

#74 My Three( speckly, Fox Dog, And Frenchie ), My Sister’s Shepherd, And My Mom’s Jack Puggell Terrier And Spaniel! Big Joyous Family At Christmas Time!

#75 You Lookin’ At Me

#76 Where Can I Sit?

#77 Trying To Get A Decent Photo With You And Your Dogs

#78 Dirty Dogs

#79 My Three Little Pigs And My Wild Wolf

#80 They Adoration Having Their Side Of The Bed

#81 My 4 Dogs!

#82 You All Like Dogs Right? Here’s My 3 Handsome Men Earlier Today After Getting Groomed

#83 Ready To Snuggle

#84 This Is How We Walk

#85 My Girls. Always Taking Up The Bed And I Never Get To Have It To Myself … I’m Okay With It

#86 The Opinion From My Lap

#87 Yes, This Exploited To Be My Bed

#88 Here Are My Dogs Garmented Up In Coinciding Sweaters

#89 My Dogs Were Appreciative Of The Effort I Formed For Their Birthday Bash

#90 My Adorable Little Pack Of Good Dogs

#91 My Favorite Video Of My Two Kids

#92 My Lap Is Too Small 2 Dogs Left On The Floor

#93 Administrative Assistants

#94 We Shall Snuggle, Yes We Shall!

#95 My Tri-Colored Trio

#96 My Awesome Pack For National Dog Day

#97 Somebodys Dogs

#98 Trying To Get Them All To Sit At Once

#99 Three Hound Dogs

#100 Came You Listen Me Now

#101 This Is What It’s Like To Have Multiple Dogs

#102 3 Musketeers

#103 They Always Pick On Each Other When You’re About To Become To Sleep

#104 Now Can We Have Our Puppy Cookies ?!

#105 Awkward Family Photo

#106 Daddy Taking A Nap With His Son

#107 Fur-Ever Family

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