Drunken Kitty

(nosex, plot)

Darious was settled in his chair, watching TV, trying to relax after a bit of a stressful day.  Dani was curled up in his lap in her feline form, purring softly has he softly stroked up and down her back.  As usual, Darious had a large snifter of brandy sitting on the end table.  Picking it up, he took a drink of it.

After taking a sniff of the air Dani lifted her head and looked at the glass, whiskers twitching.  Inching forward a bit, she took a big sniff of the dark amber liquid.  It smelled really good.  Then she stuck her big, pink tongue out and lapped up a bit of it.

Darious watched her, chuckling deeply.

She looked up at him, licking her nose then meowed.

Scratching her behind her ears he then stroked down her back, smiling, "Does my favorite kitty want a drink as well?"

She meowed loudly, tail twitching faster and more purposely.

Chuckling again, he then sat her on the floor and petted her head, "Wait right there and I'll get you some of your own."

Looking up at him, she meowed, telling him that she understood.

"Very good kitty.'  He then went into the kitchen and grabbed a big bowl and poured a generous amount of brandy into it.  He walked back into the living room and sat it on the floor in front of her, "There you go toy."

Quickly, she stuck her whole face in it and quickly lapped it up.

He grinned, watching her.  But what he didn't realize that in her cat form, a much less evolved than either her she-devil or human ones, the booze would have an almost direct and intense effect that he didn't anticipate.  In her human or she-devil form booze wouldn't have much effect on her and she would never get drunk.  But her feline form was like the physiology of cat and susceptible to the effects of the alcohol.

When she stood up and started to walk her legs were shaky, she rubbed against his legs, meowing then started to walk to the sofa, wobbling slightly.

He watched her, grinning from ear to ear, chuckling.  He realized she was probably feeling pretty good right now, having probably never been drunk in her long life.

She tried to jump up onto the sofa and missed, sprawling out on the floor like a bearskin rug.

Despite himself he started to laugh, eyes twinkling merrily.  He walked over and picked her up then put her on the sofa.

Flopping over onto her back, she stared to bat at his hands playfully, meowing loudly.

Grinning, he stared to tickle her furry stomach, hearing loud purrs and meows as he did.

Arkady had been in the fireplace room, reading, when he heard her and came to investigate.

When Dani saw him, he meowed happily then quickly righted herself and bound off the sofa, once again loosing her footing and ending up splayed out on the floor.

Watching her, trying not to laugh, Arkady asked Darious, "Excuse me for asking Sire, but just what is wrong with Milady?  She appears to be a bit ungainly at this moment in time."

Darious laughed, "There isn't really anything wrong with her, she's just drunk as a skunk is all.  Nothing serious."

Dani quickly got her feet under her the looped off towards Arkady, running into the coffee table and knocking it over.  She shook it off then took off again, staggering and wobbling all over.  She tried to pounce on him but missed and flew straight into a nearby garbage can, knocking it over with a soft thud.

Both Darious and Arkady watched, eyes dancing, laughing.

Batting the offending refuse receptacle away, she started to pounce and bat the paper that had spilled from it until she lay down and fell into a drunken slumber.

Darious walked over and picked her up, still chuckling.

Snickering, Arkady said, "What are you going to do if she wakes up with a hangover Sire?"

Darious looked at him and grinned, "Do they make kitty Advil?"

Laughing, Arkady shook his head, "I don't believe they do Sire."

Chuckling a bit more Darious said, "I'll worry about that tomorrow if it arises."  He then carried her upstairs and put her on the bed.