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βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
Clover was wrapped in her human's arms, tugged away from Fiyero's grip and into the embrace of Erika. "Fiyero was giving Clover massage," the kitten purred innocently, tilting her head to the side in question, wondering what she had done wrong. The kitten's tail curled up around her leg, she shouldn't let males touch her? "Fiyero help Clover put clothes on," he did also, at times, steal her panties, but Clover wouldn't mention that. "Clover will not let Fiyero massage if Master does not want." The kitten squirmed, "but Clover does not want bath." An ear flopped over at the mention of having to sit in a large tub of water. Paddling in the ocean to save Julian and Cookie was enough for one week. Why should she have to do it again? Cats had self cleaning systems! That's what their tongues were for!
"Kids! Breakfast!" Rosemary called, not wanting them to be late for school. Her ears and tail both perked up at the smell of food that wafted down the hallway. "This argument isn't over, I will get you to take a bath," Fiyero said, pointing his fingers at his eyes and then at her. Confused by the gesture, Clover followed Erika downstairs to the breakfast table, where she wolfed down bacon and eggs and then went to prepare her Master's lunch. This time, Clover made sure to put her lunch bag by her school bag so that she wouldn't forget it. "Clover made sure Master's lunch is next to briefcase, so Master won't forget!" The Kitten rubbed her head against Erika's shoulder as a good luck send off. "Clover will see Master later," she followed Erika to the door, seeing her off.
Almost as soon as she was gone, the servants cornered the kitten. Clover hissed, her ears flattening against her head threateningly. "Careful, you wouldn't want to get scratched by the four foot tall kitten," Belle teased as Fiyero pulled a rope out of his sleeve, lassoing it around her neck. "No!" Clover screamed, tugging on it as she was dragged towards the bathroom, where Edmund's servant had filled it with warm water and soapy bubbles. "No! Clover hates water!" She shrieked as though she were being burned alive, Fiyero stripping her of her clothes and dumping her into the tub. "Let Clover out!" She mewled, scratching at the sides of the tub. It took two servants to hold her down, while Belle scrubbed her from head to toe.
As soon as they let go, the kitten darted out of the bath, sliding on the tiled floor and landing hard on her tail. The torture wasn't over yet, once Clover was wrapped in not one, but two towels, to keep her arms firmly pinned at her sides, she was sat down in a chair so that Belle could groom her while Fiyero conjured up a new outfit and the third servant cleaned up the mess she had made in the tub. Once her hair was brushed, the singed ends were snipped off, and then her fur was blow dried. Once that ordeal was over, she was forced back into her uniform, the poor kitten wanting nothing more than to strip naked and roll around in the garden. "Oh my, she's quite a useless servant." Belle said, shaking her head, "more a pet really." Clover hissed, running to the living room where she knew she would be safe from them.