Chapter 14

When the room finally cleared out, JC looked down at the ball of fur in his arms and sighed.

"Well, if you're doing your business in Chris's shoes, then I guess you need a litter box. And I need to train you how to use it. Wonderful. I have to potty-train a cat."

"No, no shopping! I can hold it! No litter box, please!" But Scoop's pleas went unheard as JC deposited Scoop in Joey's room and went out to purchase his cat a litter box. Scoop stared at Joey and Chris for a minute, then flicked his tail and wandered towards the window. Curling up on the table under the pane, Scoop quickly fell asleep, trying not to dream about plastic boxes and gray grains of litter.

"This is a litter box, Scoop," JC said, pointing at the red box in the corner. "You do your business in there, not in Chris's shoes."

"But Chris's shoes are much more appropriate!" Lance protested. "Do you *really* expect me to... you know, in THAT thing?"

"Watch who you call a stupid animal, Joshua." Lance flicked his tail at JC and went to investigate the box to see if it was as bad as he thought it was. Yup. Those grains of litter hurt his feet and, above all, they smelled horrible. And Lance didn't want to smell like litter. He wanted to smell like JC's cologne. He wanted to smell like JC. He wanted JC.

"No way, JC! My ass is going nowhere near that litterbox!" JC sighed and decided to take matters into his own hands. Bodily picking up his feline, JC placed the cat in the box and kept his hands ready to prevent Scoop from leaving his new box. Lance looked at him in disgust.

"I'll will hate you forever, Joshua. No matter how sexy you are, I will always hate you for this." Swallowing his indignity, 'Scoop' did what he had to do, then ran off to hide under the bed, pouting. He would never forgive JC for that. Never.

"Josh, why did you let Scoop do that to Chris the other?" Justin asked as he and JC took the elevator down to the lobby. It was three days after the incident with Chris's shoes, and the dark-haired man still hadn't forgiven JC's cat.

"I didn't let Scoop do anything, J," JC protested. "Cats are known for being independant."

"JC, can I talk to you for a minute?" Chris asked seriously when JC came back from breakfast.

"We talked about this, Chris. You are NOT getting the vet to cut Scoop's balls off."

"No, not for that! He needs his shots. You don't want him getting sick on you, do you?"

"I made an appointment at the vet for you. 11 o'clock tomorrow morning Scoop goes in for his very first vet appointment."

"No problem, C." With that, Chris was gone, probably back to his room to play PlayStation with Joey.

"Scoop, you have a vet appointment," JC announced, entering his room. Scoop sat on the desk in front of the computer, pawing at the screen. However, when JC spoke, those big green eyes turned on him in almost horror. "No, not for what Chris is threatening. For your shots."

"I'm a cat, Josh, if you hadn't NOTICED! But fine, fine. I'll go for shots." JC seemed to sense he had won his battle because he sighed happily.

Morning came, along with Scoop's vet appointment. Lance got into the carrier without any trouble, far too tired to argue for once. He'd been kept up half the night with the smell eminating from the litterbox in the corner. And Lance on little sleep was not fun. When JC and Joey arrived at the vet, they found the waiting room was empty, only the receptionist at the desk there to greet them.

"Cats sleep 20 hours out of the day, Mr. Chasez. A sleeping cat is nothing new here." JC blushed and Joey laughed outright. "Now, shall we get this gentleman to his appointment?" Opening the carrier, JC gently pulled Scoop out and followed the woman down the hall to an empty examination room. After putting Scoop on the table, JC glanced around the room and froze when he saw what was sitting on the counter.

What seemed like hundreds and hundreds of needles. JC felt his face drain of color and he had to sit down before his legs gave out. Needles. Dreaded, horrible needles. Needles. Suddenly JC found that sitting down didn't do him any good as he proceeded to slide to the floor in a dead faint.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to The Eyes of the Cat Chapter 14 When the room finally cleared out, JC looked down at the ball of fur in his arms and sighed. "Well, if you're doing your business in Chris's shoes, then I guess you need a litter box. And I need to train you how to use it. Wonderful. I have to potty-train a cat." "You need to what me?" Lance meow-screeched, suddenly wide-awake. "I guess I need to go shopping." "No, no shopping! I can hold it! No litter box, please!" But Scoop's pleas went unheard as JC deposited Scoop in Joey's room and went out to purchase his cat a litter box. Scoop stared at Joey and Chris for a minute, then flicked his tail and wandered towards the window. Curling up on the table under the pane, Scoop quickly fell asleep, trying not to dream about plastic boxes and gray grains of litter. *** "This is a litter box, Scoop," JC said, pointing at the red box in the corner. "You do your business in there, not in Chris's shoes." "But Chris's shoes are much more appropriate!" Lance protested. "Do you really expect me to... you know, in THAT thing?" "Scoop. Come on, you stupid animal. It's not that hard to grasp." "Watch who you call a stupid animal, Joshua." Lance flicked his tail at JC and went to investigate the box to see if it was as bad as he thought it was. Yup. Those grains of litter hurt his feet and, above all, they smelled horrible. And Lance didn't want to smell like litter. He wanted to smell like JC's cologne. He wanted to smell like JC. He wanted JC. "Come on, Scoop. You can use the litterbox." "Yuck Fou," Lance hissed. "I am not sticking my ass in that thing!" "Please, Scoop?" "No." "Please?" "No way, JC! My ass is going nowhere near that litterbox!" JC sighed and decided to take matters into his own hands. Bodily picking up his feline, JC placed the cat in the box and kept his hands ready to prevent Scoop from leaving his new box. Lance looked at him in disgust. "I'll will hate you forever, Joshua. No matter how sexy you are, I will always hate you for this." Swallowing his indignity, 'Scoop' did what he had to do, then ran off to hide under the bed, pouting. He would never forgive JC for that. Never. * "Josh, why did you let Scoop do that to Chris the other?" Justin asked as he and JC took the elevator down to the lobby. It was three days after the incident with Chris's shoes, and the dark-haired man still hadn't forgiven JC's cat. "I didn't let Scoop do anything, J," JC protested. "Cats are known for being independant." "But JC. He pooped in Chris's favorite shoes!" "Chris threatened to have the vet cut his balls off, so they're even." "Soft heart." "Flea-bitten." "Now you're even thinking like a cat. JC, you need help." "Better people than you have told me that." * "JC, can I talk to you for a minute?" Chris asked seriously when JC came back from breakfast. "Sure, what's up?" "Scoop needs to go to the vet." "We talked about this, Chris. You are NOT getting the vet to cut Scoop's balls off." "No, not for that! He needs his shots. You don't want him getting sick on you, do you?" "Well... no." "I made an appointment at the vet for you. 11 o'clock tomorrow morning Scoop goes in for his very first vet appointment." "Thanks, Chris." "No problem, C." With that, Chris was gone, probably back to his room to play PlayStation with Joey. "Scoop, you have a vet appointment," JC announced, entering his room. Scoop sat on the desk in front of the computer, pawing at the screen. However, when JC spoke, those big green eyes turned on him in almost horror. "No, not for what Chris is threatening. For your shots." "I'll shoot you." "Scoop... why do you give me so much trouble?" "I'm a cat, Josh, if you hadn't NOTICED! But fine, fine. I'll go for shots." JC seemed to sense he had won his battle because he sighed happily. "Thank you, Scoop." *** Morning came, along with Scoop's vet appointment. Lance got into the carrier without any trouble, far too tired to argue for once. He'd been kept up half the night with the smell eminating from the litterbox in the corner. And Lance on little sleep was not fun. When JC and Joey arrived at the vet, they found the waiting room was empty, only the receptionist at the desk there to greet them. "You must be Mr. Chasez," the cheerful woman greeted them. "And Scoop." "Yes, this is Scoop. He's a little tired right now, so forgive him." "Cats sleep 20 hours out of the day, Mr. Chasez. A sleeping cat is nothing new here." JC blushed and Joey laughed outright. "Now, shall we get this gentleman to his appointment?" Opening the carrier, JC gently pulled Scoop out and followed the woman down the hall to an empty examination room. After putting Scoop on the table, JC glanced around the room and froze when he saw what was sitting on the counter. Needles. What seemed like hundreds and hundreds of needles. JC felt his face drain of color and he had to sit down before his legs gave out. Needles. Dreaded, horrible needles. Needles. Suddenly JC found that sitting down didn't do him any good as he proceeded to slide to the floor in a dead faint.