#and he will meow so loud until he tuckers himself out

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cats will literally be loud and small and in the way

Volunteering in cat shelter [previously and a diff one now lol] and also have two cats. Can confirm

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Both Fenton and Phantom are turned into cats and get into catnip... Fun ensues ;)

“I call the fun Danny!” Sam shouted and stooped down to pull the black cat into her arms before Tucker got any ideas. Fenton’s small body felt unnaturally loose—like holding liquid instead of bone and muscle—and she brought him protectively to her chest.

The movement caused the oversized hat to slip off Fenton’s head and land on Phantom’s bedsheet-cape. Now able to see, Fenton looked around and released an alarmed mewl. Under the bedsheet, the struggling lump released an answering meow, and then a transparent cat shot up through the cape and landed on the pavement on all fours, white fur bristling along his spine. His unnaturally glowing eyes scanned the area, but Desiree was long gone. Phantom growled but relaxed his aggressive stance, his fur settling along his back again.

Until his searching gaze settled on Fenton. The one who carelessly made a wish when Desiree was loose. Phantom hissed. Fenton growled, his body vibrating in Sam’s arms.

“I can’t take Phantom!” Tucker said, arms up as if to ward her off. “I’m allergic, remember?”

Sam looked down at the cat in her arms and then at the ghost cat that had switched to glaring at her and the way she was hugging Fenton against her chest.

“Don’t you foster cats for the shelter sometimes?” Jazz asked. “Can’t you watch them both while Tucker and I catch Desiree?”

Sam grimaced.

That was how she ended up carrying Fenton into her house and to the designated cat area (aka her room). Phantom trotted at her heels and alternated between glaring at her and Fenton and looking around for Desiree. Fenton on the other hand was perfectly content to rest in her arms and only made tiny meows every once and a while to make sure Phantom was keeping up.

Inside her room, Sam dropped to her knees and Fenton leapt down with a grace completely alien to his human body. He looked over his shoulder at her, his pale blue eyes brilliant against his black fur.

And then Phantom pounced on him. They rolled around for a moment before Fenton yowled and the ghost cat leapt backwards. Fenton stayed on his back, his arms spread wide, ears back and tail thrashing. But his claws were sheathed.

He waited half a minute longer before he rolled over and dated towards Sam’s desk, Phantom chasing his tail. They ran beneath the desk and then Fenton made a sharp turn and ran under her bed. Phantom followed a mere breath behind him.

“Hey!” Sam shouted.

Phantom shot out from beneath the bed, and Fenton chased after him.

Sam relaxed. They were only playing. She didn’t know how they knew how to play as cats, certainly neither of them cared for cats, but this was definitely playful cat behavior. Perhaps their feline instincts were stronger than she first thought.

“Hey, you two!” she shouted again. “We have some ground rules to go over.”

Phantom stopped, but Fenton didn’t, and the two collided into a white and black yowling fur ball. Sam dropped her head into her hands. At least their play fights were cuter like this than they were when they were human and ghost. How were they even dating?

(If ever Tucker suggested it was foreplay again, she was going to stuff his hat in his mouth.)

They eventually broke apart and walked towards Sam, making tiny little hisses and growls at each other. Phantom sat a couple feet from her and wrapped his tail primly around his front paws. Fenton sniffed and crouched low, his tail sweeping restlessly over the floor. They both kept one ear cocked towards each other and they both waited for Sam, but she had placed a hand over her lips to hide her sudden grin and was trying her best to smother her inner witch because she finally had a good view of them side-by-side.

They had the same body-shape, of course, but every inch of Fenton’s body was covered in the purest black fur she’d seen on a cat. It was glossy, and the light rippled along his body as he moved, like a liquid shadow come to life. But, as she’d noticed before, his eyes were his most enchanting feature. The black fur only enhanced his blue eyes, making them pop.

In contrast, Phantom’s body was covered in snow-white fur, which was beautiful enough, but he also still glowed. Every strand. Every whisker. The effect that glow had on his eyes was the real kicker, though. Because of how bright and constant his glow was, his pupils were fixed into the smallest shape possible. The glowing white cat had slit-pupiled green eyes.

Taken together, it was like looking at a witch’s black cat and her familiar.

Sam cleared her throat. “Right. Focus. You.” She pointed at Phantom. “Stay out of sight of my parents. Cats are one thing, ghost cats are another. If they see you, we’ll all three of us be in trouble. Got it?”

Phantom nodded.

She pointed at Fenton. “And you, Fun Cat. You will be on your best behavior in my room or you will be punished with a bath, and if you hate showers as a human, believe me, you with loath them as a cat.”

Fenton only yawned, but that was typical for him.

“Otherwise, general rules apply. Don’t break my stuff, respect my privacy, use the litter box and the scratching posts not my furniture, and…” She grimaced. She hated that she actually had to say this, but knowing these two, or rather, the fun one… “No cat sex.”

Fenton jerked his head up, suddenly alert. And interested. He probably hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.

“No. Cat. Sex.” Sam leaned towards him to emphasize her point. “There’s a reason female cats shriek and yowl during sex, and it’s not because they’re having fun. It’s because the male cats have nasty little barbs on their penis that hurt. A lot. No sex.”

Fenton deflated, making unhappy grumbling noises.

“Now I have to go tell my parents I’m cat-sitting again. You guys will have to stay in my room until then.” She stood up and then paused, hesitating. She pointed at Phantom again. “You’re in charge.”

Phantom puffed out his chest proudly. Fenton yawned again.

Feeling like she was making a mistake, Sam left the room to track down her parents. They didn’t mind normally–resigned to Sam’s volunteer work as they were these days–so it shouldn’t take long to let them know she had taken in a black cat. They would probably make that face she hated though. Black cats weren’t respectable.

And as it turned out, she was right on both counts. They both got that puckered expression that made it look like they had swallowed pure lemon juice, but they tried to smile as they nodded their heads. It was only temporary after all. Like Sam’s “Goth phase.” Unfortunately they were right about Fenton; he and Phantom would be gone as soon as Tucker and Jazz beat Desiree.

Although, if Sam ever found a black cat as pretty as Fenton’s cat shape…

All in all, it took about fifteen, twenty minutes, and she raced back to her room immediately afterwards, visions of torn curtains and knocked over flower pots running through her mind. And that was just the damage Fun Danny, a regular cat, could cause to her room. The damage a ghost cat could cause didn’t bear thinking about.

She threw her door open, ran inside, and then stopped. No cat toys scattered over the floor, no ripped curtains, no broken clay pots…

Her eyes found Phantom first, his glow drawing her attention to where he crouched in the shadows beneath her bed. He glanced her for just a second before his attention returned to the area behind her, near the door. She spun around, and there was Fenton, black body covered in dry, crumbled leaves as he rolled and rubbed his face and body against the leaves on the carpet. An empty bag lay not far away from him, ripped apart.

Catnip.

“Are you serious?” Sam demanded. “What’d you do, destroy the bag? Do you realize how long this is going to take to clean up?”

Fenton didn’t react, merely flipped himself over and started rubbing the other side of his face into the carpet, chattering a mreow sound. He dug his claws into the carpet and dragged himself forward. He was purring so loud he probably couldn’t even hear her anyway.

Sam looked at Phantom, one eyebrow raised. “You’re boyfriend is stoned out of his mind.”

Phantom flicked an ear at her but otherwise didn’t take his eyes off Fenton. Mesmerized. Sam frowned and looked at Fenton again. The glossiness of his fur was on full display as he undulated against the carpet, his tail swinging wildly as his body twisted.

She supposed, in a certain, feline light, his movements were…seductive? She’d certainly seen cats in heat move the same way. For all she knew, it was. To a cat.

“No cat sex,” she admonished Phantom.

The ghost cat finally looked away from Fenton long enough to glare at her. He sniffed haughtily.

Of course, that was the moment Fenton left the disaster zone he had caused and stumbled his way towards Phantom–shedding catnip leaves as he went, Sam noticed. Phantom lifted his upper body away from the floor, not quite sitting but no longer crouching. Fenton butted his head against the other cat’s chest and then flopped onto the floor beside him, rubbing his body against Phantom’s as he went. Phantom hesitantly shifted a paw-step to the side, and Fenton shot up and spun in a half circle, arching his body against Phantom’s until he could rub his cheek against his boyfriend’s. He collapsed in front of him immediately afterwards, still purring as he pushed his nose against Phantom’s paws.

Phantom looked at Sam as if begging for help, but she could only shrug. It was a pretty normal reaction to catnip, though she didn’t often have cats that were so friendly toward one another as Fenton was acting.

“Maybe he wants you to groom him,” she suggested.

Phantom wrinkled his nose.

Fenton must have heard her (for once) and thought that was a fantastic idea, because he pushed himself up again, braced his chest against Phantom and licked Phantom’s ear. The ghost jerked in surprise, but Fenton followed the movement and continued to lick his ear. Phantom froze like a statue, not daring to move. Eventually, he cautiously licked Fenton’s forehead, much to Fenton’s evident delight. The black cat laid down at his feet, and Phantom followed him down. Fenton lifted his chin, and Phantom obediently licked along his jawline, the white cat beginning to purr himself as he was further exposed to the catnip.

Sam, a hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the laughter trying to burst free, frantically searched her pockets for her phone.

That was how she captured the first video of Fenton and Phantom grooming each other as cats under her bed, but it was far from the last.

[stellar-alley]

Bubble Baths and Wet Cats

(Summary:The cat interrupts their quality husband time.Tooth Rotting Fluff)

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WARNING: Mild nudity, I don’t really describe anything but they take a bath together 

The water was hot.

The candles were lit.

And the bubbles are floating.

The main light was off, the flames of the candles were their main source of light. The flames flickered, casting shadows of warm orangey hues against the beige wall. Their scents light (Eddie hated overly scented candles). The air smelled of lavender and sweet caramel.

Eddie sighed, relaxing into Richie’s arms while he leaned back against Richie’s chest.

“This is nice'' Richie's voice was low, worried if he spoke too loud it would break the mood. His arms carefully wrapped around Eddie, delicately setting his arms on Eddie’s shoulders.

“Very” Eddie matched Richie’s tone. He closed his eyes, allowing the hot water to burn his worries away as he melted into Richie’s tough. For a while they stayed like that, the two men in the bubble bath, Eddie’s back to Richie’s chest. Richie’s head leaned to rest on the back of the bathtub while Eddie’s laid on his chest. The tub was big enough for not only Eddie but also Richie to lay their legs out flat and still be submerged in water. It was a miracle they found a tub so big when they moved into their new house, so they could finally do things like this.

“Why don’t we do this more often?” Richie inquired, leaning forward and whispering it into Eddie’s ear.

The feeling of Richie’s breath on Eddie’s ear sent shivers down his back. Richie felt the shiver as it rolled down Eddie’s back, which was pressed up against his front. Eddie felt Richie smile, his lips brushing against his ear.

The sound that followed was almost silent, it would’ve gone unnoticed if Eddie’s eyes haden’t opened and spotted the little orange beast that slid into the bathroom. Eddie turned his face towards Richie’s, their lips almost meeting. “That’s why” Eddie whispered.

Richie’s eyes hesitantly looked up, then down. He sighed at the sight, “How’d she get in here” Richie asked, “I thought I closed the door” He leaned closer to Eddie, lips practically on his cheek, still not breaking the moment.

“I had to leave the door open a crack. Rich, you know if we let the heat build up it’ll create mold, and that’s such a bitch to get rid of-“ Eddie’s voice started to rise, on the verge of a rant when Richie cut in.

“-Hey, don’t let Door Handle ruin the mood. Just relax” Richie instructed before delicately kissing Eddie’s cheek. His lips felt the soft skin of Eddie’s cheek, just a little moist with sweat since the water was fairly hot.

Yes, they named their cat Door Handle, well Richie named her Door Handle. Eddie called her Dee for short. The agreement was, Richie got to choose the name of the cat as long as Eddie got to pick the colour they painted their room. Eddie could stand a cat named Door Handle, but he could not stand a lime green room. So Dee it is.

The two relaxed again, Eddie’s eyes open just wide enough to be able to see Door Handle waddle around the tile floor. She let out a few soft mews, not really in need of anything, she’s just an attention whore. Door Handle was an orange tabby cat, with a little pink nose and a tongue that made for perfect bleps. She was small, still a kitty, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t cause trouble.

Eddie closed his eyes, a smirk played over his lips at his little kitty since she was meowing happily. She was sitting below the toilet paper, investigating it with detective-like intensity.

“She looks like you, ya know?” Eddie whispered into the bubbles that piled onto his chest.

He could feel Richie’s chest rumble as he chuckled. “You think?” A smile laced his voice.

“Yeah… Big eyes, curious about everything, way too attached to me” Now it was Eddie’s turn to giggle.

Richie sighed, but his voice held no annoyance, only love.

“What?! It’s true” Eddie’s giggles grew a little louder, as did Richie’s. Just when their giggles were about to turn to laughter, they both stopped when a loud SPLASH echoed through the bathroom.

Eddie, being the nervous man he is, immediately jolted upwards, the water sloshed against the side of the tub at the sudden movement. Richie didn’t sit up. Instead he quickly turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

“Where is she?” Eddie asked nervously. His eyes darted around the bathroom, all over the floor, the counter, but he didn’t see her.

“Fuck” Richie cursed when his gaze landed on the toilet.

For a minute. no one spoke, the two wet gays sat in silence, which was only broken by the sound of a distressed meow that came from the toilet.

“Shit” Eddie didn’t hesitate to hoist himself out of the water and out of the tub. Soap stuck to his skin while water droplets ran down his naked body. They dripped onto the tile floor soft with soft little drips.

Richie wanted to get out and help, he really did, but he really loved the view his husband was showing him from this angle. So he watched intently while Eddie’s jaw dropped at the sight of their little orange kitty who sat in the cold water of the toilet.

“Oh baby” Eddie cooed, quick to scoop Door Handle up into his arms, cradling her like the baby she is. One hand held her against his chest while the other began wiping the water away from her face. Eddie’s face was all scrunched together with worry as he carefully inspected their baby.

Richie puckered his lips, with a baby voice he called out “Baby come here”. He raised his hands out of the water, drops running down his hands as he made the baby grabby hands at Eddie, eager for his husband to join him again.

Eddie kept his eyes on the cool kitty in his arms as he shuffled back over to the tub, stepped into the water and slid back into Richie’s arms. This time Eddie sat up a little straighter, now with Door Handle in his arms, he kept her only on the surface of the water in hopes of warming her up. Richie shimmied his head onto the top of Eddie’s shoulder where he looked down at their fur baby.

“I think she looks like you too Eds”.

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Once the water cooled down and the bubbles had all popped, the two decided to get out of the tub.

Richie grabbed a fresh towel and went into their bedroom to dry Door Handle off while Eddie showered.

Richie carefully towel dried the kitty. He ruffled her fur and made sure she wasn't sopping wet anymore. At one point she was practically falling asleep in his hands. “I guess falling into a toilet can really tucker someone out” Richie smiled down at his precious little girl. She opened her mouth and let out a small yawn, curling into the side of his hand. Her little paws wrapped around Richie’s big thumb as she drifted off the sleep.

“Awwww” Richie cooed, admiring the wittle kitty.

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Eddie ruffled his hair with the towel, shaking the droplets from his wet hair as he walked into his room. He was surprised to find the lamp light still on, and Richie curled up, fast asleep, with Door Handle safely wrapped in the middle.

Eddie hummed in adoration at the sight of his two favourite people. He quietly made his way over to the laundry bin in the corner of their room, dropping the dirty towel in the bin. After he went over to the closet, retrieving his pajamas. He slowly pulled on the big flannel pajama pants and tugged one of Richie’s old oversized tee shirts over his head.

Finally he was able to get into bed and curl up beside Richie. His body fit together with Richie’s, like a puzzle piece. He pulled his chest up against Richie’s back, tangled their legs together. He let out a sigh of relief as he rested his forehead right in the space between Richie’s shoulder blades. Eddie felt Richie’s chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He fell asleep to the all too comforting sound of his husband's breathing.

Word Count: 1394

Damn I’m a sucker for some tooth rotting fluff.

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