Jack and Ianto were kitten sitting while Gwen and Rhys were away on holiday. It would be their last chance to go away as a couple before their baby was due in a few months, so they’d wanted to make the most of it.
Tribble wasn’t really a kitten any more; she was about a year old and had calmed down quite a bit, thanks to her twice-weekly play-dates with Nosy, which burned off a lot of her excess energy. She’d grown into a sleek, elegant and very affectionate cat who was always curious about whatever her humans were doing.
As with a lot of curious cats, that got her into a few predicaments but so far she’d managed to avoid any really serious accidents, mostly due to Gwen and Rhys’ constant vigilance.
Ianto was starting to understand why Rhys had warned him to double-check all appliances for unexpected cat before switching them on. He’d just removed her from the tumble drier for the second time and the night before, Jack had only just managed to grab her before she tried to get in the oven, presumably to see what was cooking.
Affectionate though she was, she wasn’t very bright.
Jack and Ianto had moved out of the Hub a few weeks earlier. Their new apartment had once been the upper floors of the warehouse which housed the Fluff Gymnasium, as they’d taken to calling Nosy’s play area.
During construction, they’d made sure to include an underground garage, so Nosy could go home with them every night. It had its own room, with access to the gym via a spiral staircase, so it could play down there whenever it wanted, and because Nosy was considered relatively sensible, Tribble was allowed to play down there too, under the Fluff’s watchful eye.
However, while everyone was at the Hub during the day, the cat had to be restricted to a couple of rooms, for her safety and everyone else’s peace of mind. She was always eager to greet them on their return from work, rubbing around Jack and Ianto’s legs and head butting Nosy, purring loudly.
The two unlikely friends played happily together while dinner was prepared, and every night, after their meal, Tribble would set about her self-appointed task of trying to wash Nosy. It was amusing to watch one small, grey cat valiantly licking away at the long, fluffy alien.
Despite the long-suffering looks it threw at its humans, Nosy was very tolerant of Tribble’s attentions, lying still while it was enthusiastically groomed until the small cat gave up and fell asleep, draped over the Fluff like a grey fur stole.
So things went throughout the two weeks their houseguest remained with them.
When Gwen and Rhys got home, they immediately went to collect their pet; they’d both missed her.
“Hope she’s not been any trouble,” said Rhys.
“No more than expected,” Ianto replied wryly, making Gwen laugh.
As Tribble was carried away, Nosy sighed with relief. Peace at last!