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Yet on his journey home through the rain, he crashes and an unexpected guardian comes to his aid\nFirst off, I'd like to thank [iconname]SammyStowes[/iconname]for allowing me to create this wonderful master piece. Second of all, you will notice the name \"Theodore Thorndyke\" - this is a pen name I created for myself. I hope to find a way to officialize it. Finally, there is a section in this story where my character sings to Sammy; the song is based off the song, \"Please Wake Up\" by James Horner, from the movie \"Once Upon A Forest.\" I hope everyone enjoys my first submission.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Young Sammy Stowes goes out for a bike ride when the weather spoils everything. Yet on his journey home through the rain, he crashes and an unexpected guardian comes to his aid
First off, I'd like to thank [iconname]SammyStowes[/iconname]for allowing me to create this wonderful master piece. Second of all, you will notice the name "Theodore Thorndyke" - this is a pen name I created for myself. I hope to find a way to officialize it. Finally, there is a section in this story where my character sings to Sammy; the song is based off the song, "Please Wake Up" by James Horner, from the movie "Once Upon A Forest." I hope everyone enjoys my first submission.", "writing": " Sammy Meets Alex\n By Theodore Thorndyke\n\n\tIt was bright sunny day, perfect for bike riding, and that’s where this story begins. A young anthro-cat lad, one Sammy Stowes by name, was riding his bike around his neighborhood, zooming around at mach speed. Well, he was young lad, and ‘mach speed’ was simply his way of ‘going fast’. \n\n\t“WHEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” cried Sammy, peddling and riding with all his might, “Oh yeah!! Come on baby, let’s go!!” Sammy’s bike, a blue-colored Prowler 600, was unmatched, literally as his was the only bike on the block that did not have training wheels attached. Regardless of training wheels, Sammy rode faster and farther, and farther was not exactly a good thing as Mrs. Stowes had previously warned him not to do so. Sammy could remember it all too clearly, hearing her voice in his mind.\n\n\t“Now Sammy,” said Mrs. Stowes, “dinner will be ready in two and a half hour’s time, so don’t go riding too far. Stay close so you can hear me when I call, ok?”\n\t“Yes mom,” said Sammy, smiling as innocently as an angel, “um, what are we having again?”\n\t“Spaghetti, er…. that is we will when your father returns from the store with those meatballs.”\n\t“Great!” said Sammy, leaping to his feet, “I’ll see you soon then mom.”\nSammy then planted a quick smooch on his mother’s cheek before heading towards the door.\n\n\t“Oh and don’t forget to wear your helmet Sammy!” said Mrs. Stowes as he closed the door.\n\n\tComing back to himself, Sammy shook off his mother’s warnings, and kept riding.\n\t“Really,” thought Sammy, “I know mom loves me and all, but honestly I’m not that far away, and I don’t need a helmet ‘cause I’m a master bike rider! Yeah!”\n\n\tSo, Sammy kept peddling, unaware that the sunny day was about to turn upside down. Before he knew it, Sammy was cringing as clouds stormed the sky, signaling the coming of rain.\n\n\t“Awwwwww, come on!” cried Sammy in an exasperated voice, “There wasn’t a cloud to be seen a moment ago! Argghhhh!!”\n\n\tThus, a thoroughly depressed Sammy began to turn around to begin his ride home, but little did he know that he would not be returning home that particular day. Suddenly, it was flat out pouring, water as far as the eye could see, and Sammy was stuck in the middle of it all. Desperate to find shelter, Sammy peddled harder, completely drenching his clothes, but not fazing him a bit. Then, without warning, Sammy found himself facing a set of headlights, and frantically pulled his handlebars to the left to avoid a collision, at least with the car. However, Sammy couldn’t avoid crashing into the white picket fence now in his path. With a dull thud, Sammy crashed, and lightly tumbled into the mud. The car had pulled over, and the driver had gotten out to inspect the scene. Finding Sammy, struggling to get up, the driver smirked. Blinking through the rain, Sammy saw the silhouette of a tall man wearing a leather jacket and now, a lightly soaked pair of jeans. \n\n\t“Oh, umm I’m sorry sir!” called Sammy, “I-I didn’t see you coming through the rain. Uh, I hope I didn’t damage your car!”\n\n\tHowever the man didn’t seem concerned with Sammy’s apology, and proceeded to swiftly kick him in the stomach. Sammy coughed and reeled as he hit the fence once again.\n\n\t“(Gah!! Cough Cough) W-what was that for? (*Cough),” wheezed Sammy, his vision growing ever blurry, “I-I said was s-sorry.”\n\n\t“Heh, your just lucky you swerved before you hit my baby. So maybe this beat down’ll teach you to look where your going next time,” scoffed the driver, who then brought back his fist, intending to deliver the final blow.\n\n\tHowever, as the man brought his fist forward to deliver the blow, another hand caught it – well, a black-furred paw to be precise – and bent the fist backward. A black panther stood there, his round glasses flecked with rain, but nevertheless bearing a look of absolute disgust on his face.\n\n\t“H-hey!” cried the driver, wincing as his fist was bent, “Just who the hell do you think you are, bastard!?”\n\n\tSammy by this point was losing consciousness and fast, but he nonetheless struggled to keep his eyes open to watch the scene before him.\n\n\t“My name is of no concern to a piece of scum like you,” said the panther wearing glasses, “anyone low enough to pick on a child is downright disgraceful. I’m well aware that I cannot follow you and stop you every time this happens, but I can prevent you from doing so in my presence.” He then thrust the driver’s fist back towards its owner. “So I’ll make this sweet and simple: leave now and I won’t report you to the police! And if you ever attack another child in my presence again, I won’t bother with the police. I’ll just floor your ass myself!! GOT IT!!??”\n\n\tScoffing, but still shaken all the same, the driver returned to his car and drove away. Spitting on the ground before him, the panther wearing glasses turned to the bruised, and now bleeding kitten behind him.\n\n\t“Are you ok, little one?” he asked in a gentle, caring tone.\n\tHowever, Sammy could barely talk at all, and as soon as he tried to respond, he blacked out. Pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, the panther nodded to himself and gently lifted Sammy into his arms and proceeded to bring him into his (the panther’s) nearby house, and after placing the kitten gingerly on one of the two couches in the living room, he returned to fetch Sammy’s Prowler 600, which now sported a dented front tire and a snapped brake wire. Shaking his head, the panther brought the bike under the house awning. Afterwards, he went inside to tend to Sammy’s wounds. \n\n\t“Right,” thought the panther to himself, “first thing’s first: gotta get this boy out of those wet clothes, and I could use a change of clothes myself.”\n\n\tThus, the panther proceeded to go upstairs to second floor of his two-story home and into his personal bedroom. He then discarded his sopping-wet pocket-tee, jeans and boxers and put on a dry pair of boxers, and a pair of casual shorts, and a plain white tee shirt. After slipping on a dry pair of anklet socks, the panther kneeled before a three-drawer dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Within were all of the clothes that he had ever worn as a lad. Smiling, he picked out a pair of socks, a pair of white briefs that had a blue waistband, a small white tee shirt with red lining around the sleeve holes and neck hole, and a pair of casual white shorts. Placing these in a small basket, the panther then went into his bathroom to retrieve his first aid kit. With kit and basket in hand, he went downstairs to find Sammy still out cold. Setting the kit on a side table and opening it, the panther then proceeded to take the clothes out of the basket and place them aside as well. He then removed Sammy’s shoes, and after a split second’s decision, he quickly lit a fire in his fireplace and hung the shoes to drip and dry. Then, after fetching a towel, the panther removed Sammy’s wet clothing, thus leaving Sammy, well, in the buff, so to speak. The panther then used the towel to lightly dab Sammy’s wet fur and wipe away the blood from small gash on Sammy’s arm. Once he had placed the white briefs on Sammy, the panther took a roll of gauze, a small spray bottle filled with peroxide, and a small container of antiseptic ointment from the first-aid kit. First, he tore some of the gauze away and, in combination with the peroxide, cleaned the wound. Next, he applied the ointment, and then wrapped up Sammy’s arm with the remainder of the gauze. Finally, the panther placed the socks, shirt, and shorts on Sammy before placing the wet shirt, socks, and sweatpants in the basket. He then placed Sammy on his other, dry couch and placed a blanket on him and then went to place the wet clothing in the wash. After roughly thirty minutes, Sammy began to stir, coincidentally as the panther walked back into the room bearing a tray with a pot of tea, a sugar bowl, a creamer, two empty tea cups, and a bowl of warm chicken noodle soup. \n\n\t“Mmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhh, oww my head!” cried Sammy, “W-where am I!? (*sob) I wanna go home!”\n\t“Easy now, little one,” said the pather, gently placing his hand on Sammy’s shoulder and pushing him back down on the couch, “don’t be afraid. I’m here to help you, so just relax. I will not harm you.” He then placed an empty cup and the bowl of soup on a separate tray and put the lot in front of Sammy and helped him sit up.\n“W-who are you?” asked Sammy, not taking his eyes of the bespectacled black cat before him, “Wh-why am I here?”\n\t“My name is Alex Bayden,” said the, “and I brought you here after that jerk nearly gave you a concussion. This is my house.” Alex stopped to pour some tea into Sammy’s cup. “Please, enjoy the refreshments, little one.”\nSammy smiled, and picked up his soup spoon. “T-thanks, but my name is Sammy,” said Sammy, “Sammy Stowes. Mmmmm! This tastes great.”\n“I glad you like it Sammy,” said Alex, “sugar or cream for your tea?”\n“Mmmmmmm,” said Sammy in a lightly puzzled tone, “two teaspoons of sugar and a dash of cream, please.\n\n\tAlex obliged and added the requested condiments to Sammy’s tea before adding sugar and cream to his own. Alex took a drink from his cup before bringing his eyes back to Sammy, who was blushing as a sudden realization washed over him.\n\t“Ummm, I’m guessing, since I’m wearing these new clothes, that you uhhhmmmm,” stuttered Sammy.\n “Yes. That’s right,” said Alex, taking another sip of tea, “I had to get you out of those wet clothes, or you’d have caught a cold.”\n“Oh don’t worry Sammy,” he added as Sammy blushed more, “nothing I haven’t seen before.”\n“Well thank you anyway, Mr. Bayden,” said Sammy, “but where are my clothes?”\n“Please Sammy,” said Alex, setting down his empty cup, “‘Mr. Bayden’ is my father. Just call me ‘Alex’. As for your clothes, they are-.”\n \n However, at that moment there was a loud buzzing sound that jolted Sammy and made Alex smile.\n “Ah. That was the dryer. As I was saying, I decided to wash our wet clothes and they just finished drying. Which reminds me...” Alex reached over to the side table and picked his cordless phone. “You should probably call home and let them know you’re ok, don’t you think Sammy?”\n Sammy took the offered phone, and after a moment’s hesitation, turned it on and dialed his number. A few minutes passed, and then a very stressed and worried Mrs. Stowes answered.\n\n “H-hello?” said Mrs. Stowes in a very high-pitched voice.\n “H-hi mom,” said Sammy timidly, “i-it’s me.”\n “Sammy!? Oh thank god!! You’ve had me worried sick, young man! What happened? Where are you?”\n And so Sammy launched into the story of what occurred from them moment it began to rain up until he was attacked. Mrs. Stowes took in every word and struggled to keep quiet, though it was taking all of her will-power. \n\n “So after I got kicked, I started to lose consciousness, and I would’ve been worse off if Alex hadn’t found me,” said Sammy, stopping to sip some more tea, “I don’t really recall what happened after that.”\n “Alex? Who’s Alex, dear?” asked Mrs. Stowes, trying to calm her breathing, “Is he there, Sammy?”\n “Alex is the guy who saved me, and yes he is here. Would you like to talk to him, mom?”\n “Yes, if he wouldn’t mind. That would be nice.”\n “Ok, I’ll ask him. Hold on a sec, mom.” Sammy then place one of his hands on the phone’s receiver and spoke to Alex. “Hey Alex, my mom wants to talk to you. You mind?”\n “Certainly,” said Alex, reaching out and taking the phone, “hello, Mrs. Stowes, this is Alex.”\n “Ah, hello Mr. Bayden. I do hope my son hasn’t been too much trouble,” said Mrs. Stowes. \n “On the contrary Mrs. Stowes,” said Alex, “I assure you that it was no problem, and honestly I couldn’t just let that brute do what he wanted to Sammy, don’t you agree?”\n “Indeed, Mr. Bayden,” said Mrs. Stowes, “well, it was nice chatting with you, and I do hope we can do it again sometime. However, I must hop in my car and fetch my son. Would you mind giving me your address, Alex?”\n “Now now, Mrs. Stowes,” cried Alex, holding back a chuckle, “let’s not be hasty. I mean, it’s still pouring out there. You can’t possibly think of driving in this weather, it’s not safe. I insist you stay there, and I’ll look after Sammy for the night.”\n “B-but Alex!” protested Mrs. Stowes, “I-I couldn’t possibly impose, but-”\n However, Alex cut her off and smiled as he noticed Sammy was enjoying the soup, while wagging his ears and swinging his legs to and fro. \n “It’s no problem Mrs. Stowes, I assure you,” said Alex, “and in the morning, after breakfast that is, I will personally escort Sammy home.”\n “W-well, I suppose,” said Mrs. Stowes in half-hearted tone, “really, it must be such hassle for you having to deal with all of this, Mr. Bayden.”\n “Not at all Mrs. Stowes,” said Alex in a gentle tone, “please relax. I give you my word that I will take care of Sammy, and besides I don’t think he would like idea of his only mother being swept away by all this rain, do you?”\n “Yes, you’re right Mr. Bayden,” said Mrs. Stowes, now sounding cheerful, “well, I guess I’ll just wait for my husband to return then. May speak to my son once more, please?”\n “Of course you can Mrs. Stowes. Oh and don’t worry, I’m sure your husband will make it home just fine.” \n With that, Alex returned the phone to Sammy, who did not notice that he, Sammy, had accidentally pushed the ‘speaker’ button, thus allowing Mrs. Stowes’ voice to be heard throughout the room.\n\n “Well Sammy, it looks like you’re staying with Alex,” said Mrs. Stowes, “so you be good boy and mind your manners, ok?”\n “Ok mom,” said Sammy, smiling, “see you tomorrow. Love you!”\n “I love you too, my little kitten. Bye-bye!”\n\n With that, Sammy and Mrs. Stowes hung their respective phones; however Sammy was blushing like crazy at his mother’s last comment, especially as he had just realized Alex had heard the whole thing. \n\n “Mom!” said Sammy in an exasperated tone. He then gave Alex a slightly defiant look, but Alex simply smiled.\n “Don’t worry Sammy,” said Alex, pouring himself more tea, “it’s only natural for a mother to care for her young ones.” \n \n Sammy smiled and nodded in agreement, and then returned to eating his soup and drinking his tea. Alex decided to put on some cartoons for Sammy before going to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich and then returning to the living room to join Sammy. \n\n After finishing the newest episode of ‘Paw Riders’, Alex took the tea tray and empty cups to the kitchen to clean them. Sammy, who only just finished his soup, picked up his empty bowl and followed suit. Once he had placed his empty bowl with the other dirty dishes, Sammy took up the drying cloth so he could dry what Alex washed. Smiling at Sammy’s cuteness and his perfect demeanor, Alex washed the dirty dishes one-by-one while Sammy dried them. Once the dishes were done, a wonderful idea came to Alex.\n\n “Hey Sammy,” he said cheerfully, “how about some cookies and milk before we go play some games?” \n “Sure!” yipped Sammy, clapping his hands.\n “Ok, then you go into that pantry closet there and find the cookies and the paper plates,” said Alex, “and I’ll get the milk set up.”\n\n Nodding, Sammy hurried into the closet and began his search. Meanwhile, Alex was pouring milk into two plastic cups when another idea came to him: why not have some fun with Sammy? After all, it seemed like Sammy could use a few more laughs after the horrible events that occurred only an hour ago. Thus, Alex set his plan in motion, starting with taking a small glass container labeled ‘Sleeping Powder’ from the cabinet in front of him and tipping a small amount of its contents into one of the plastic cups of milk.\n\n “Ah ha!” called Sammy from the closet a few minutes later, “Found the cookies, and ah! Here are the paper plates. I’ll just take two and head back.”\n\n So, Sammy returned with the plastic bag filled with Snicker Doodle cookies and the paper plates and set them upon the table. Alex then took the bag from Sammy and appraised its contents. \n\n “Hmmm, looks like there are only six,” said Alex, scratching his head, “so that means we only three apiece. That ok with you, Sammy?” \n\n Sammy nodded and accepted his cookies as Alex passed him the cup of milk laced with sleeping powder. Slowly, Alex ate his cookies and drank his milk, while Sammy wasted no time in gobbling all three of his cookies and downing half of his milk. With a small burp, Sammy patted his belly and licked his lips as Alex finished his final cookie and brought his milk to half level as well. \n\n “Mmmmmmm!” said Sammy, “That was yummy! So, what kind of games-”\n\n However Sammy couldn’t finish his sentence, as the sleeping powder had begun to take effect, and soon Sammy had once again fallen into the world of dreams. Quick as a wink, Alex moved and caught Sammy in his arms before Sammy hit the floor. \n\n “Excellent,” thought Alex, looking over Sammy’s cute and petite figure, “now the fun begins.”\n\n Thus, Alex hurried to a small room in his basement, which came complete with a bed and chest of drawers. Gently, he placed Sammy on the bed before flipping the hidden switch on each of the four bedposts, revealing hidden catches, within which were lengths of rope with leather cuffs attached to the ends. Alex then proceeded to place the bed’s only pillow more comfortably underneath Sammy’s head before removing the socks on Sammy’s feet. After carefully folding the socks and placing them on top the chest of drawers, Alex gently lifted the unconscious Sammy and removed his shirt. Once Sammy was re-laid upon the pillow, Alex folded the shirt and set it aside before turning his attention to the white shorts around Sammy’s waist. Gently, and ever so slowly, he removed them, leaving Sammy in his tighty-whities. Once again, Alex folded the shorts and placed them alongside the shirt and socks. He then opened the top drawer and drew out a very soft and very dark colored cloth, which he tied around Sammy’s eyes, thus blindfolding the young kitten. After securing the cloth and laying Sammy back down, Alex took out the lengths of rope and cuffs and placed them near each hand and ankle. He tied the rope ends to each of the four bedposts before securing the cuffs around Sammy’s wrists and ankles. Thus, Sammy had been tied down to the bed ‘spread-eagle’ style. In no time at all, the young kitten began to stir. \n\n “Mmmmmmm,” moaned Sammy as began fidget in his bonds, “ahhhhhh. Oh my head. Wh-what!? WHAT’S GOING ON!!?? (*sob) Wh-where am I? (*sob) Is any one there?” \n “Easy now, little one,” said Alex, moving over and scratching the young kitten’s ears, “I’m here. Shhhhh. It’s ok, I won’t hurt you.”\n “A-alex?” said Sammy, slightly relaxed due to the ear scratching, but still frightened all the same, “What’s going on? Why am I tied up like this, and why am I blindfolded?”\n “I thought we’d have some fun, Sammy,” said Alex gently, “after all, I think you’re very cute little one.”\n\n At that comment, Sammy stopped fidgeting and blushed, turning his blindfolded face to almost the exact color of a cherry.\n\n “Y-you really think I’m cute?” asked Sammy, still blushing, but sounding flattered and nervous, “W-well I-I guess you can…but just don’t hurt me.”“\n\n\n Alex couldn’t help but chuckle as he scratched Sammy’s ears again, and planted a warm kiss on his forehead.\n\n “It’s ok Sammy,” said Alex, “like I said before: ‘I won’t hurt you.’ I would never hurt you or any one like that. I told you: ‘I just thought we’d have some fun.’ Here, maybe this will give you an idea as to what I had in mind.”\n\n With that, Alex went to the chest of drawers, opened the middle drawer, and drew out a box of polished cherry wood, which bore a single keyhole lock on the front. Setting this upon the bed and near Sammy’s feet, Alex clicked his right heel against his left, revealing another hidden catch, this one holding a small, old-fashioned key. Retrieving this from the catch and stepping back on the heel of his shoe to close the catch, Alex inserted the key into the lock and opened the box. Within was an assortment of feathers, brushes, a bottle labeled ‘Sense Heightener’ accompanied by a few different nozzles, a small box of rubber gloves, and what appeared to be an inhaler with a yellow case. First, Alex took up the inhaler, removed the mouthpiece guard, and walked over and sat down near Sammy’s head.\n\n “Ok Sammy,” said Alex, placing the inhaler near Sammy’s head, “What’s in front of your mouth is a special inhaler that contains a special medicine that will help you breathe better during our ‘fun’. If you still trust me, I’ll need you open up and then take a deep breath to breathe in the medicine.”\n\n\n Sammy hesitated at first, but then opened his mouth and allowing Alex to insert the inhaler. Alex pushed down twice on the inhaler, one after the other, and Sammy breathed in each puff in equal response. \n\n “Mmmmmm! Yummy!” said Sammy, licking his lips, “Kinda taste like strawberries.”\n\n After recapping the inhaler and replacing it, Alex took out the Sense Heightener, a spray nozzle, and single pair of rubber gloves. Placing a glove on each hand, he then took the bottle and removed the main lid to replace it with the spray nozzle. Once the nozzle was secured and tested, Alex pulled the spray trigger twice per each of Sammy’s feet and began to massage them. After a few of massage for each foot, Alex removed his gloves and tossed them into the trash bin, cracked his knuckles, and raked his claws up and down Sammy’s feet. Almost at once, Sammy burst into laughter and began to buck in his bonds. \n\n “EEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!” screeched Sammy, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!”\n\n After ten minutes of claw raking, Alex gave Sammy a small rest bit as he pulled out two, very soft owl feathers from the box. Sammy was breathing hard, but not too hard, while a broad smile was spreading across his face.\n\n “(*pant, pant) Wh-why did you stop, Alex?” asked Sammy, “H-hey, that was intense, but I’m not in pain. What’s up with that?”\n “In that order: 1.) I stopped so I could use these,” said Alex, gently running the tips of the feathers up Sammy’s feet, thus producing the cutest giggles, “2.) The lack of the pain is due to that medicine I had you breathe in. It increases lung productivity and relaxes the nerves.”\n “Wow-EEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!” cried Sammy, for Alex was now full out brushing the feathers over every part of Sammy’s feet that he could reach. \n\n As the feathers traveled all over the soles and balls of Sammy feet, his bucking turned into thrashing. He curled his toes and wiggled his feet to and fro, but nothing could stop the relentless feathers. However, Sammy seemed to be having too much fun to care, and not once did he ask Alex to stop. \n\n “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEMOHOHOHOHOHOREHE!!!!” cried Sammy, “YEHEHEHEHESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!”\n\t\nAlex raised an eyebrow and snickered as he increased the speed of the feathering. After about an hour’s worth of feathering, a wonderful idea occurred to Alex, causing him to abruptly stop.\n\n“Heh, so you want more, eh Sammy?” asked Alex, replacing the feathers, “Well, since you asked nicely.”\n\nSo, leaving Sammy tied to the bed, and breathing deeply, Alex entered the main basement, and went to retrieve a blue pet carrier in the far corner. Then, after a moment’s thought, he opened the mini-fridge nearby and pulled out a jug of milk and a small jar of honey, complete with brush. With these tools in hand, Alex returned to the bedroom where Sammy was still on the bed, with the broadest of smiles plastered on his face. Alex set the milk and honey on the side table near the bed and set the carrier at the foot of the bed and opened the door. And out of the carrier walked….a puppy – a 2 year old golden Labrador puppy to be exact. Sammy giggled as the puppy walked around and sniffed his body. \n\n“Hehe, is that a puppy? Hehehe, hey!” said Sammy, “Easy puppy. Hehehe, that tickles!”\n“Heh, yep. It is indeed a puppy, Sammy,” said Alex, scooping up the pup, “his name is Timmy and he’s kept company for about two years now.”\n\nAlex then set Timmy down near Sammy’s left foot and told Timmy to sit and stay. Then, after placing a spare towel under that foot, Alex poured roughly half of the bottle of milk upon Sammy’s foot. Raising his left pointer finger – which signified that it wasn’t time yet – towards Timmy, Alex opened the jar of honey, and after brushing of the excess, used the brush to coat Sammy’s right foot.\n\n“Brrrrrrrr!” shivered Sammy, “That milk is cold, and that honey is sticky. I hope you’re gonna clean up that mess, Alex.”\n“Oh don’t you worry about that,” said Alex, licking his lips, “your feet will be cleaned now and then you’ll take a bath later.”\n\nAlex then snapped his fingers and pointed at Sammy’s left foot, at which Timmy walked over, sniffed, and began lapping up the milk on Sammy’s foot. With Timmy occupying Sammy’s left foot, Alex turned his attention to Sammy’s right foot. Kneeling before corner of the bed where foot was tied to, Alex copied Timmy’s approach, that is to say he sniffed, and then began licking the honey off Sammy’s foot. Sammy himself was sent into fits of mad giggles and restrained thrashing. \n\n“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” cried Sammy, thrashing to no avail, “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH.”\n\nThe tongues of both Timmy and Alex roved all over Sammy’s feet, licking the balls, the arches, and digging between the toes. After a good 30 minutes of licking, Alex made Timmy sit and stay once again before undoing the cuffs around Sammy’s ankles. Then, as Alex moved up to release Sammy’s hands, Alex’s right hand accidentally brushed against Sammy’s covered boyhood. Sammy gave a gasp and bit his lip.\n\n“Oh!” cried Alex, smacking his own hand in punishment, “I’m sorry Sammy. I-I really didn’t mean to do that. I’m – ”\n“It’s alright,” said Sammy, blushing as he cut off Alex, “it actually felt kinda….good.”\n“Oh, w-well let’s get you cleaned up and –” began Alex, but Sammy cut him off again.\n“No, that’s ok,” said Sammy, “if you want to, you can, you know…..”\n\nThat last statement caught Alex off guard. Did Sammy really mean that? He had to make sure so as not cause any troubles.\n\n“Are you sure about that Sammy?” asked Alex, “I mean, I will release you now if you don’t want to.”\n“It’s ok,” said Sammy, blushing, but smiling all the same, “go ahead. I give you full permission, Alex.”\n\nGulping, Alex moved his shaking hands to the blue waistband of Sammy briefs, and after second’s hesitation began to move the underwear downward. After what seemed to be an eternity, the briefs were off, leaving Sammy’s proud boyhood exposed. Alex folded the briefs and set them with the other clothes before moving back to the now nude kitten on the bed. Alex stopped to reposition the ropes to the center of the bed’s footboard, after which he re-cuffed Sammy’s ankles. Then, he repositioned the ropes binding Sammy’s hands so they were directly above his head. Thus, Sammy was now tied down in a sort of ‘cat’s eye’ formation. Then, Alex slowly moved over, grasped the young kitten’s cock in his right hand, and began to stroke it. Sammy began to moan and lightly struggle against the bonds that held him as the older black cat continued to stroke, thus causing Sammy’s cock to become erect. The musky scent coming from Sammy was sending Alex’s senses into overdrive. However, Alex shrugged it off, but not before he found his nose right on top of Sammy’s cock head. The wetness of Alex’s nose caused an even more lustful gasp to escape Sammy’s lips, and as if he knew what Alex was after, Sammy nodded. Then, an idea struck Alex and he abruptly stopped, causing Sammy to groan. \n\n“Hehe, hang on Sammy,” snickered Alex as he placed the spare towel (which was surprisingly absorbent) underneath Sammy’s heels, “Timmy’s hungry too.”\n\nWith that, Alex dumped the remainder of the milk on both of Sammy’s feet, and then snapped and pointed. Immediately, Timmy began licking them while Alex moved his attention back to Sammy’s cock. After stroking it back to maximum hardness, Alex wasted no time in gulfing down the entire length. Sammy began to pant harder and harder as the puppy licking his feet and the older black cat sucking on his cock sent his body into ecstasy. Keeping with the settings, Sammy continued to struggle, moaning more and more. As his moans grew louder and louder, Sammy began sweat and eventually he climaxed, letting loose a mild roar – loud, but not too loud. Alex lifted himself away from Sammy, licking his lips and swallowing every drop of the creamy load provided by the young kitten, bound upon the bed before him. \n\n“Mmmmmm,” said Alex, “that was very tasty Sammy. Thank you.”\n“(*pant, pant) You’re welcome Alex,” said Sammy, blushing, but bearing a smile non-the-less, “I’m glad you liked it. So what now?”\n“Now, I release you and we will go up and get you into a bath. Then, bed time little one.”\n\nSammy nodded, and without further hesitance, Alex undid the cuffs and removed the blindfold. While Sammy blinked to restore his vision, Alex opened the top drawer of the drawer chest and pulled out a small blanket. Turning his attention back to Sammy, Alex noticed that Timmy was wagging his tail and playing with Sammy, nuzzling and licking the kitten. \n\n“Heh, ok Timmy,” said Alex, “Sammy has to take a bath now, but we can all play tomorrow after breakfast.”\nWith that, Alex wrapped the blanket around Sammy and lifted him into his arms. Thus, Alex carried Sammy from the room, Timmy trotting along behind him. Up and out of the basement they went, and into the bathroom on the second floor. Setting Sammy upon the closed toilet seat, Alex turned on the faucet in the bathtub and made sure to set the temperature just right. He then added a dash of Paw-nson’s brand bubble bath/shampoo, thus creating the perfect bubble bath. Finally, Alex removed the blanket from Sammy and gently lowered him into the bath. Sighing with relief, Sammy settled in, letting the bath wash away his troubles. Well, at least of the troubles of the previous incident. Quick as flash, Alex retrieved Sammy’s discarded clothes from the basement and returned to the bathroom to check up on the bathing kitten. Sammy was perfectly calm, relaxed, not bound a single care in the world. Seeing this, Alex took up a wash cloth from a nearby rack and went over and began to clean Sammy’s back. Sammy gave a slight wince as Alex removed the bandages on his left arm and began to clean his wound. Alex then took up the bottle of Paw-nson’s brand shampoo and began to scrub Sammy’s head-fur. With a flourish of the hand-held showerhead, the suds were washed and Sammy was a bit, eh…soaked. After pulling the plug and letting the water drain, Alex took up a towel and wrapped Sammy up and took him to the room just down the hall, two doors away from the bathroom, and placed him on the bed. He then rummaged in the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out the only set of pajamas in Sammy’s size available: a baby-blue onesie.\n\n“E-heh,” chuckled Alex, sheepishly, “this seems to be all I have for you, Sammy. I hope it’s ok.”\n“O-oh,” said Sammy, blushing while holding the towel around himself, “I-I guess, as long as you don’t laugh!”\n“I wouldn’t do that, Sammy,” said Alex, “the choice is yours. I won’t force you to do anything, little one.”\n\n Sammy nodded, and after drying himself off, Alex helped him into a clean pair of briefs (with a red waistband) and then the onesie. Alex then took up a soft brush from the dresser and lightly brushed Sammy’s head-fur. While Alex brushed, Sammy closed his eyes and sighed.\n\n“Wow,” thought Sammy, “this kinda feels like a I have big brother. Hehe.”\n\nOnce he finished, Alex replaced the brush and took up a teddy bear from the bedside table. With a smile, Alex gave the teddy to Sammy and tucked the kitten snuggly into the covers. Alex sat down upon the bed, just below the point where Sammy’s double-covered foot-paws stopped.\n\n“This teddy bear is Kero,” said Alex, pointing towards the bear, “I haven’t really needed him in a while, but I thought he could keep you company.”\n\nSammy smiled and snuggled close to Kero. Alex stood up, and after closing the curtains just inch past their previous position, he lit a single candle and sat back down upon the bed. In addition to the candlelight, a small stream of moonlight from the full moon outside shone into the room. The rainstorm had apparently stopped much earlier, but neither Sammy nor Alex took any notice. Alex took a deep breath and, after looking at the moon, began to sing:\n\n“I Can Tell time By The Moon; I Can Tell Time By The Sun,\nAnd Now The Day Is Gone; And Only Moonlight Shone\nAnd Now You Must Sleep, Little One\nSoon The Morning Light Will Come\nUntil Then Just, Close Your Eyes\nYou Need Not Be Afraid\nYou’ll Be Safe In This Bed\nSo, Slip Away Into Your Dreams\nSleep, Sleep Tight; Sleep, Sleep Tight \nLet Your Dreams Take Wing\nSleep, Sleep Tight; I Will Shield You From Anything\nSoon You Will Wake And Be Free\nThen You’ll Smile, Just Like Me\nUntil Then Close Your Eyes\nAnd Dream Up In The Skies\nAnd Then The Morning Waits For You\nFor You.”\n\nOnce the lullaby was finished, Sammy had had drifted off to Sleep, snoring ever so softly. Alex then stroked Sammy’s head, and moved a few stray strands of hair away from Sammy’s face before gently blowing out the candle and completely closing the curtains. As he moved towards the door, Alex turned temporarily to plant a soft kiss on Sammy’s forehead. With that, Alex left Sammy to sleep and to dream. \n\nAfter brushing his teeth and slipping into his two-piece – button-up shirt – pajamas, Alex slid into his own bed, and was soon off to dreamland. Around 1:30 A.M., Alex felt someone near his back, and turned over to find Sammy snuggled up close to him. Smiling wearily, Alex wrapped his arm around Sammy and gently stroked his head. Sammy began to purr contentedly as he fell back into his dreams. \n\nThe next morning dawned bright and early, with Sammy yawning as the birds sang their good-morning song softly. Rubbing his eyes, Sammy looked around for Alex, but found that he wasn’t in bed. So, after a quick run to the bathroom, Sammy walked down stairs to the sounds of sizzling coming from the kitchen. As he sniffed the air, Sammy inhaled the lovely scents of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.\n\n“Good morning, sleepy head,” said Alex, “Hungry?”\n“Mmmmmmm!,” said Sammy, licking his lips, “Good morning to you too Alex, and yes, I am hungry.”\n“Well then, take a seat. I’ll have breakfast on table in a jiffy. Oh, what kind of juice would you like? I’ve got apple, orange, and Tropicana fruit punch.”\n“I’ll have apple, uh..please.”\n\nChuckling at Sammy’s attempt at maintaining his manners, Alex poured apple juice into a small glass before sliding it across the table and into Sammy’s waiting hand. With a flourish, Alex set the table with plates, silverware, and napkins before adorning each plate with two eggs, two slices of bacon, two sausage links, and two small pancakes. After pouring himself a glass of coffee and apple juice, Alex sat down to eat with Sammy. Without further delay the two cats dug into their breakfast, making sure to savor each bite. After roughly five minutes, Alex ended his meal with his last bacon slice whereas Sammy ended with a final fork-full of pancake. With a small burp, both Sammy and Alex patted their bellies and finished their drinks.\n\n“Ok little one,” said Alex, “You go freshen up and get dressed. I’ll do the same, and meet you in the living room. Oh, and you’ll find your clothes and shoes in the guest bedroom where I first put you to sleep.”\n\nSammy nodded and ran off to get cleaned up while Alex cleaned the dishes. Once the dishes were clean and put away, Alex ran upstairs and after a quick shower, dressed himself in a blue button-up polo shirt (complete with collar), socks, corduroy jeans, and a pair of Croucher tennis shoes. Then, Alex grabbed up his glasses and headed down stairs to the living room. Only fifteen minutes passed before Sammy came bounding down the stairs and into Alex’s arms.\n“Oof,” said Alex, wrapping his arms around the kitten, “I see you’re back in your own clothes, Sammy.” Which was perfectly true, as Sammy was now sporting his signature red sweat pants, his yellow tee-shirt, his socks, and blue tennis shoes.\n\n“Yup, hehe,” chuckled Sammy, hugging Alex tightly, “thanks again, for everything Alex. Oh, by the way, when you brought me in, did you happen to get my bike?”\n“Yes, though I’m afraid to say that it took quite a bit of damage.”\n\n“Awww man!” cried Sammy, who look as though he was on the verge of tears, “mom’s gonna kill me. Not to mention that I probably won’t ride my bike, like ever again.”\n“Fret not, little one,” said Alex, “I think I might be able to help you out before I escort you home.”\n“Really? Oh sweet! Thanks a lot, Alex. You’re the best!”\n\nSmiling, the two cats walked out of the house and onto the porch. One glimpse of his damaged Prowler 600 made Sammy cringe, and almost brought tears to his eyes. Alex merely shook his head, picked up Sammy’s bike, and brought it over to the garage door. Once he had typed in the numerical password on the number pad, the door opened, \n revealing Alex’s workplace. Within was a car covered in cloth tarp, along with various tools and gadgets, scattered all over the place. Alex secured the bike in a special vice, before searching for the necessary tools to fix the bike. With wrench, screwdriver, and spare parts in hand, Alex set to work. First, he replaced the broken brake wire, which was fairly easy as Alex always kept a stock of spare brake wires, having a bike of his own. Next, Alex disconnected the wheel from the front axle of the bike and then removed the tire from the wheel. After pondering for a few minutes, Alex switched the wheel with bike and set the bike on the ground and returned his attention back to the wheel, now clamped in the vice. He took up a small Bernzomatic torch, and after handing Sammy an extra pair of goggles, put on a pair himself. The torch was ignited, and Alex began to move the flame up and down the wheel, softening the metal, but not allowing it to melt. Picking up a hammer from the nearby bench, Alex lightly tapped wheel, thus realigning the outer rim to its proper position. Then Alex and Sammy removed their goggles, after which the wheel was quickly cooled in a pail of water. With emery cloth and a special polish, Alex buffed the wheel, reattached the tire, pumped it up, and then reattached the lot to the bike. Once he was sure that the bike was operational, Alex passed it to Sammy, who wasted no time in hopping on and testing it with a short ride down the driveway.\n\n“WHEEE!!!” cried Sammy, stopping just short of the street, “Oh yeah! I am back in business!! Oh, but how are you gonna escort me home? I mean, I’m riding a bike.”\n\nAlex smiled and went back in to the garage and looked over the shelves, selecting a small black backpack and a pair of black boots – which oddly enough, clashed with his clothes. After swapping his Crouchers for the boots, Alex slipped on the backpack and closed the garage door behind him.\n\n“I’ll follow you with these,” said Alex, referring to the boots. Sammy raised an eyebrow skeptically, but Alex, unoffended, clicked his right heel against his left. Instantly, a concealed set of wheels popped out, thus the boots converted into a pair of roller blades.\n\n“Wow!!” said Sammy in awe, “Awesome!!! Where can I get a pair of those?”\n“You can’t,” said Alex, “because I made these. Well, come on Sammy!! Race ya!!” At that statement, Alex turned and began to roll down the street.\n“Oh no you don’t!” yelled Sammy, smiling, “Let’s ride!!!”\n\nThe two cats rode swiftly and with graceful agility. Within a few minutes, they had reached Sammy’s house, where Mrs. Stowes was to be found on the porch, watering some lilies.\n“Hey mom!” called Sammy as they approached, “I’m home!” \n“Sammy,” said Mrs. Stowes, embracing her child as he lept into her arms, “oh I missed you sweetie.” At this, Mrs. Stowes planted a kiss on Sammy’s head. “So how was your night, you know, after the incident?”\n“It was great. I had a lot of fun with Alex, and his puppy, Timmy.”\n“Well, I hope you said thank you. Ah,” Mrs. Stowes had only just taken notice of the bespectacled black panther before her. “You must be Alex. I do hope Sammy wasn’t too much trouble.” Mrs. Stowes proffered her right hand, which Alex promptly kissed lightly.\n“Not at all, Mrs. Stowes,” said Alex, “he was as sweet as an angel. I’d be more than happy to look after him if the need arises, ma’am.”\n\nAt this, Alex presented Mrs. Stowes with a small white business card that displayed his name, cellphone number, house number, and email address.\n\n“My card, in case you need an extra hand or two,” said Alex, “call me anytime you need me.”\n “Why thank you Alex,” said Mrs. Stowes, looking over the card, “I’ll be sure to give you a call when I need assistance.”\n\nAlex gave a small bow, at which Sammy lept into his arms once again.\n\n“Thanks again Alex,” he said, nuzzling Alex’s chest, “I hope we see each other again.” \n“We will little one,” said Alex, ruffling Sammy’s hair and setting him back on the ground, “don’t worry. We will meet again, and if you like, you can come visit me anytime you like, seeing as I only live ten blocks down the road. Now, be good for your mom, ok?”\nAnd, after Sammy nodded and smiled, Alex turned and rode down the street back to his home, while Sammy and Mrs. Stowes waved goodbye.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "                                           Sammy Meets Alex
                                       By Theodore Thorndyke

\tIt was bright sunny day, perfect for bike riding, and that’s where this story begins. A young anthro-cat lad, one Sammy Stowes by name, was riding his bike around his neighborhood, zooming around at mach speed. Well, he was young lad, and ‘mach speed’ was simply his way of ‘going fast’.

\t“WHEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” cried Sammy, peddling and riding with all his might, “Oh yeah!! Come on baby, let’s go!!” Sammy’s bike, a blue-colored Prowler 600, was unmatched, literally as his was the only bike on the block that did not have training wheels attached. Regardless of training wheels, Sammy rode faster and farther, and farther was not exactly a good thing as Mrs. Stowes had previously warned him not to do so. Sammy could remember it all too clearly, hearing her voice in his mind.

\t“Now Sammy,” said Mrs. Stowes, “dinner will be ready in two and a half hour’s time, so don’t go riding too far. Stay close so you can hear me when I call, ok?”
\t“Yes mom,” said Sammy, smiling as innocently as an angel, “um, what are we having again?”
\t“Spaghetti, er…. that is we will when your father returns from the store with those meatballs.”
\t“Great!” said Sammy, leaping to his feet, “I’ll see you soon then mom.”
Sammy then planted a quick smooch on his mother’s cheek before heading towards the door.

\t“Oh and don’t forget to wear your helmet Sammy!” said Mrs. Stowes as he closed the door.

\tComing back to himself, Sammy shook off his mother’s warnings, and kept riding.
\t“Really,” thought Sammy, “I know mom loves me and all, but honestly I’m not that far away, and I don’t need a helmet ‘cause I’m a master bike rider! Yeah!”

\tSo, Sammy kept peddling, unaware that the sunny day was about to turn upside down. Before he knew it, Sammy was cringing as clouds stormed the sky, signaling the coming of rain.

\t“Awwwwww, come on!” cried Sammy in an exasperated voice, “There wasn’t a cloud to be seen a moment ago! Argghhhh!!”

\tThus, a thoroughly depressed Sammy began to turn around to begin his ride home, but little did he know that he would not be returning home that particular day. Suddenly, it was flat out pouring, water as far as the eye could see, and Sammy was stuck in the middle of it all. Desperate to find shelter, Sammy peddled harder, completely drenching his clothes, but not fazing him a bit. Then, without warning, Sammy found himself facing a set of headlights, and frantically pulled his handlebars to the left to avoid a collision, at least with the car. However, Sammy couldn’t avoid crashing into the white picket fence now in his path. With a dull thud, Sammy crashed, and lightly tumbled into the mud. The car had pulled over, and the driver had gotten out to inspect the scene. Finding Sammy, struggling to get up, the driver smirked. Blinking through the rain, Sammy saw the silhouette of a tall man wearing a leather jacket and now, a lightly soaked pair of jeans.

\t“Oh, umm I’m sorry sir!” called Sammy, “I-I didn’t see you coming through the rain. Uh, I hope I didn’t damage your car!”

\tHowever the man didn’t seem concerned with Sammy’s apology, and proceeded to swiftly kick him in the stomach. Sammy coughed and reeled as he hit the fence once again.

\t“(Gah!! Cough Cough) W-what was that for? (*Cough),” wheezed Sammy, his vision growing ever blurry, “I-I said was s-sorry.”

\t“Heh, your just lucky you swerved before you hit my baby. So maybe this beat down’ll teach you to look where your going next time,” scoffed the driver, who then brought back his fist, intending to deliver the final blow.

\tHowever, as the man brought his fist forward to deliver the blow, another hand caught it – well, a black-furred paw to be precise – and bent the fist backward. A black panther stood there, his round glasses flecked with rain, but nevertheless bearing a look of absolute disgust on his face.

\t“H-hey!” cried the driver, wincing as his fist was bent, “Just who the hell do you think you are, bastard!?”

\tSammy by this point was losing consciousness and fast, but he nonetheless struggled to keep his eyes open to watch the scene before him.

\t“My name is of no concern to a piece of scum like you,” said the panther wearing glasses, “anyone low enough to pick on a child is downright disgraceful. I’m well aware that I cannot follow you and stop you every time this happens, but I can prevent you from doing so in my presence.” He then thrust the driver’s fist back towards its owner. “So I’ll make this sweet and simple: leave now and I won’t report you to the police! And if you ever attack another child in my presence again, I won’t bother with the police. I’ll just floor your ass myself!! GOT IT!!??”

\tScoffing, but still shaken all the same, the driver returned to his car and drove away. Spitting on the ground before him, the panther wearing glasses turned to the bruised, and now bleeding kitten behind him.

\t“Are you ok, little one?” he asked in a gentle, caring tone.
\tHowever, Sammy could barely talk at all, and as soon as he tried to respond, he blacked out. Pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, the panther nodded to himself and gently lifted Sammy into his arms and proceeded to bring him into his (the panther’s) nearby house, and after placing the kitten gingerly on one of the two couches in the living room, he returned to fetch Sammy’s Prowler 600, which now sported a dented front tire and a snapped brake wire. Shaking his head, the panther brought the bike under the house awning. Afterwards, he went inside to tend to Sammy’s wounds.

\t“Right,” thought the panther to himself, “first thing’s first: gotta get this boy out of those wet clothes, and I could use a change of clothes myself.”

\tThus, the panther proceeded to go upstairs to second floor of his two-story home and into his personal bedroom. He then discarded his sopping-wet pocket-tee, jeans and boxers and put on a dry pair of boxers, and a pair of casual shorts, and a plain white tee shirt. After slipping on a dry pair of anklet socks, the panther kneeled before a three-drawer dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Within were all of the clothes that he had ever worn as a lad. Smiling, he picked out a pair of socks, a pair of white briefs that had a blue waistband, a small white tee shirt with red lining around the sleeve holes and neck hole, and a pair of casual white shorts. Placing these in a small basket, the panther then went into his bathroom to retrieve his first aid kit. With kit and basket in hand, he went downstairs to find Sammy still out cold. Setting the kit on a side table and opening it, the panther then proceeded to take the clothes out of the basket and place them aside as well. He then removed Sammy’s shoes, and after a split second’s decision, he quickly lit a fire in his fireplace and hung the shoes to drip and dry. Then, after fetching a towel, the panther removed Sammy’s wet clothing, thus leaving Sammy, well, in the buff, so to speak. The panther then used the towel to lightly dab Sammy’s wet fur and wipe away the blood from small gash on Sammy’s arm. Once he had placed the white briefs on Sammy, the panther took a roll of gauze, a small spray bottle filled with peroxide, and a small container of antiseptic ointment from the first-aid kit. First, he tore some of the gauze away and, in combination with the peroxide, cleaned the wound. Next, he applied the ointment, and then wrapped up Sammy’s arm with the remainder of the gauze. Finally, the panther placed the socks, shirt, and shorts on Sammy before placing the wet shirt, socks, and sweatpants in the basket. He then placed Sammy on his other, dry couch and placed a blanket on him and then went to place the wet clothing in the wash. After roughly thirty minutes, Sammy began to stir, coincidentally as the panther walked back into the room bearing a tray with a pot of tea, a sugar bowl, a creamer, two empty tea cups, and a bowl of warm chicken noodle soup.  

\t“Mmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhh, oww my head!” cried Sammy, “W-where am I!? (*sob) I wanna go home!”
\t“Easy now, little one,” said the pather, gently placing his hand on Sammy’s shoulder and pushing him back down on the couch, “don’t be afraid. I’m here to help you, so just relax. I will not harm you.” He then placed an empty cup and the bowl of soup on a separate tray and put the lot in front of Sammy and helped him sit up.
“W-who are you?” asked Sammy, not taking his eyes of the bespectacled black cat before him, “Wh-why am I here?”
\t“My name is Alex Bayden,” said the, “and I brought you here after that jerk nearly gave you a concussion. This is my house.” Alex stopped to pour some tea into Sammy’s cup. “Please, enjoy the refreshments, little one.”
Sammy smiled, and picked up his soup spoon. “T-thanks, but my name is Sammy,” said Sammy, “Sammy Stowes. Mmmmm! This tastes great.”
“I glad you like it Sammy,” said Alex, “sugar or cream for your tea?”
“Mmmmmmm,” said Sammy in a lightly puzzled tone, “two teaspoons of sugar and a dash of cream, please.

\tAlex obliged and added the requested condiments to Sammy’s tea before adding sugar and cream to his own. Alex took a drink from his cup before bringing his eyes back to Sammy, who was blushing as a sudden realization washed over him.
\t“Ummm, I’m guessing, since I’m wearing these new clothes, that you uhhhmmmm,” stuttered Sammy.
    “Yes. That’s right,” said Alex, taking another sip of tea, “I had to get you out of those wet clothes, or you’d have caught a cold.”
“Oh don’t worry Sammy,” he added as Sammy blushed more, “nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Well thank you anyway, Mr. Bayden,” said Sammy, “but where are my clothes?”
“Please Sammy,” said Alex, setting down his empty cup, “‘Mr. Bayden’ is my father. Just call me ‘Alex’. As for your clothes, they are-.”
 
     However, at that moment there was a loud buzzing sound that jolted Sammy and made Alex smile.
    “Ah. That was the dryer. As I was saying, I decided to wash our wet clothes and they just finished drying. Which reminds me...” Alex reached over to the side table and picked his cordless phone. “You should probably call home and let them know you’re ok, don’t you think Sammy?”
      Sammy took the offered phone, and after a moment’s hesitation, turned it on and dialed his number.  A few minutes passed, and then a very stressed and worried Mrs. Stowes  answered.

     “H-hello?” said Mrs. Stowes in a very high-pitched voice.
     “H-hi mom,” said Sammy timidly, “i-it’s me.”
     “Sammy!? Oh thank god!! You’ve had me worried sick, young man! What happened? Where are you?”
      And so Sammy launched into the story of what occurred from them moment it began to rain up until he was attacked. Mrs. Stowes took in every word and struggled to keep quiet, though it was taking all of her will-power.  

      “So after I got kicked, I started to lose consciousness, and I would’ve been worse off if Alex hadn’t found me,” said Sammy, stopping to sip some more tea, “I don’t really recall what happened after that.”
      “Alex? Who’s Alex, dear?” asked Mrs. Stowes, trying to calm her breathing, “Is he there, Sammy?”
      “Alex is the guy who saved me, and yes he is here. Would you like to talk to him, mom?”
      “Yes, if he wouldn’t mind. That would be nice.”
      “Ok, I’ll ask him. Hold on a sec, mom.” Sammy then place one of his hands on the phone’s receiver and spoke to Alex. “Hey Alex, my mom wants to talk to you. You mind?”
      “Certainly,” said Alex, reaching out and taking the phone, “hello, Mrs. Stowes, this is Alex.”
      “Ah, hello Mr. Bayden. I do hope my son hasn’t been too much trouble,” said Mrs. Stowes.
      “On the contrary Mrs. Stowes,” said Alex, “I assure you that it was no problem, and honestly I couldn’t just let that brute do what he wanted to Sammy, don’t you agree?”
       “Indeed, Mr. Bayden,” said Mrs. Stowes, “well, it was nice chatting with you, and I do hope we can do it again sometime. However, I must hop in my car and fetch my son. Would you mind giving me your address, Alex?”
       “Now now, Mrs. Stowes,” cried Alex, holding back a chuckle, “let’s not be hasty. I mean, it’s still pouring out there. You can’t possibly think of driving in this weather, it’s not safe. I insist you stay there, and I’ll look after Sammy for the night.”
      “B-but Alex!” protested Mrs. Stowes, “I-I couldn’t possibly impose, but-”
        However, Alex cut her off and smiled as he noticed Sammy was enjoying the soup, while wagging his ears and swinging his legs to and fro.    
      “It’s no problem Mrs. Stowes, I assure you,” said Alex, “and in the morning, after breakfast that is, I will personally escort Sammy home.”
      “W-well, I suppose,” said Mrs. Stowes in half-hearted tone, “really, it must be such hassle for you having to deal with all of this, Mr. Bayden.”
      “Not at all Mrs. Stowes,” said Alex in a gentle tone, “please relax. I give you my word that I will take care of Sammy, and besides I don’t think he would like idea of his only mother being swept away by all this rain, do you?”
      “Yes, you’re right Mr. Bayden,” said Mrs. Stowes, now sounding cheerful, “well, I guess I’ll just wait for my husband to return then. May speak to my son once more, please?”
      “Of course you can Mrs. Stowes. Oh and don’t worry, I’m sure your husband will make it home just fine.”
       With that, Alex returned the phone to Sammy, who did not notice that he, Sammy, had accidentally pushed the ‘speaker’ button, thus allowing Mrs. Stowes’ voice to be heard throughout the room.

      “Well Sammy, it looks like you’re staying with Alex,” said Mrs. Stowes, “so you be good boy and mind your manners, ok?”
       “Ok mom,” said Sammy, smiling, “see you tomorrow. Love you!”
       “I love you too, my little kitten. Bye-bye!”

      With that, Sammy and Mrs. Stowes hung their respective phones; however Sammy was blushing like crazy at his mother’s last comment, especially as he had just realized Alex had heard the whole thing.

      “Mom!” said Sammy in an exasperated tone. He then gave Alex a slightly defiant look, but Alex simply smiled.
       “Don’t worry Sammy,” said Alex, pouring himself more tea, “it’s only natural for a mother to care for her young ones.”
      
       Sammy smiled and nodded in agreement, and then returned to eating his soup and drinking his tea. Alex decided to put on some cartoons for Sammy before going to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich and then returning to the living room to join Sammy.  

      After finishing the newest episode of ‘Paw Riders’, Alex took the tea tray and empty cups to the kitchen to clean them. Sammy, who only just finished his soup, picked up his empty bowl and followed suit. Once he had placed his empty bowl with the other dirty dishes, Sammy took up the drying cloth so he could dry what Alex washed. Smiling at Sammy’s cuteness and his perfect demeanor, Alex washed the dirty dishes one-by-one while Sammy dried them. Once the dishes were done, a wonderful idea came to Alex.

      “Hey Sammy,” he said cheerfully, “how about some cookies and milk before we go play some games?”
      “Sure!” yipped Sammy, clapping his hands.
      “Ok, then you go into that pantry closet there and find the cookies and the paper plates,” said Alex, “and I’ll get the milk set up.”

      Nodding, Sammy hurried into the closet and began his search. Meanwhile, Alex was pouring milk into two plastic cups when another idea came to him: why not have some fun with Sammy? After all, it seemed like Sammy could use a few more laughs after the horrible events that occurred only an hour ago. Thus, Alex set his plan in motion, starting with taking a small glass container labeled ‘Sleeping Powder’ from the cabinet in front of him and tipping a small amount of its contents into one of the plastic cups of milk.

    “Ah ha!” called Sammy from the closet a few minutes later, “Found the cookies, and ah! Here are the paper plates. I’ll just take two and head back.”

     So, Sammy returned with the plastic bag filled with Snicker Doodle cookies and the paper plates and set them upon the table. Alex then took the bag from Sammy and appraised its contents.

     “Hmmm, looks like there are only six,” said Alex, scratching his head, “so that means we only three apiece. That ok with you, Sammy?”

      Sammy nodded and accepted his cookies as Alex passed him the cup of milk laced with sleeping powder. Slowly, Alex ate his cookies and drank his milk, while Sammy wasted no time in gobbling all three of his cookies and downing half of his milk. With a small burp, Sammy patted his belly and licked his lips as Alex finished his final cookie and brought his milk to half level as well.

        “Mmmmmmm!” said Sammy, “That was yummy! So, what kind of games-”

          However Sammy couldn’t finish his sentence, as the sleeping powder had begun to take effect, and soon Sammy had once again fallen into the world of dreams. Quick as a wink, Alex moved and caught Sammy in his arms before Sammy hit the floor.

         “Excellent,” thought Alex, looking over Sammy’s cute and petite figure, “now the fun begins.”

         Thus, Alex hurried to a small room in his basement, which came complete with a bed and chest of drawers. Gently, he placed Sammy on the bed before flipping the hidden switch on each of the four bedposts, revealing hidden catches, within which were lengths of rope with leather cuffs attached to the ends. Alex then proceeded to place the bed’s only pillow more comfortably underneath Sammy’s head before removing the socks on Sammy’s feet. After carefully folding the socks and placing them on top the chest of drawers, Alex gently lifted the unconscious Sammy and removed his shirt. Once Sammy was re-laid upon the pillow, Alex folded the shirt and set it aside before turning his attention to the white shorts around Sammy’s waist. Gently, and ever so slowly, he removed them, leaving Sammy in his tighty-whities. Once again, Alex folded the shorts and placed them alongside the shirt and socks. He then opened the top drawer and drew out a very soft and very dark colored cloth, which he tied around Sammy’s eyes, thus blindfolding the young kitten.  After securing the cloth and laying Sammy back down, Alex took out the lengths of rope and cuffs and placed them near each hand and ankle. He tied the rope ends to each of the four bedposts before securing the cuffs around Sammy’s wrists and ankles. Thus, Sammy had been tied down to the bed ‘spread-eagle’ style. In no time at all, the young kitten began to stir.  

      “Mmmmmmm,” moaned Sammy as began fidget in his bonds, “ahhhhhh. Oh my head. Wh-what!? WHAT’S GOING ON!!?? (*sob) Wh-where am I? (*sob) Is any one there?”
      “Easy now, little one,” said Alex, moving over and scratching the young kitten’s ears, “I’m here. Shhhhh. It’s ok, I won’t hurt you.”
     “A-alex?” said Sammy, slightly relaxed due to the ear scratching, but still frightened all the same, “What’s going on? Why am I tied up like this, and why am I blindfolded?”
     “I thought we’d have some fun, Sammy,” said Alex gently, “after all, I think you’re very cute little one.”

     At that comment, Sammy stopped fidgeting and blushed, turning his blindfolded face to almost the exact color of a cherry.

     “Y-you really think I’m cute?” asked Sammy, still blushing, but sounding flattered and nervous, “W-well I-I guess you can…but just don’t hurt me.”“


      Alex couldn’t help but chuckle as he scratched Sammy’s ears again, and planted a warm kiss on his forehead.

        “It’s ok Sammy,” said Alex, “like I said before: ‘I won’t hurt you.’ I would never hurt you or any one like that. I told you: ‘I just thought we’d have some fun.’ Here, maybe this will give you an idea as to what I had in mind.”

          With that, Alex went to the chest of drawers, opened the middle drawer, and drew out a box of polished cherry wood, which bore a single keyhole lock on the front. Setting this upon the bed and near Sammy’s feet, Alex clicked his right heel against his left, revealing another hidden catch, this one holding a small, old-fashioned key. Retrieving this from the catch and stepping back on the heel of his shoe to close the catch, Alex inserted the key into the lock and opened the box. Within was an assortment of feathers, brushes, a bottle labeled ‘Sense Heightener’ accompanied by a few different nozzles, a small box of rubber gloves, and what appeared to be an inhaler with a yellow case. First, Alex took up the inhaler, removed the mouthpiece guard, and walked over and sat down near Sammy’s head.

       “Ok Sammy,” said Alex, placing the inhaler near Sammy’s head, “What’s in front of your mouth is a special inhaler that contains a special medicine that will help you breathe better during our ‘fun’. If you still trust me, I’ll need you open up and then take a deep breath to breathe in the medicine.”


       Sammy hesitated at first, but then opened his mouth and allowing Alex to insert the inhaler. Alex pushed down twice on the inhaler, one after the other, and Sammy breathed in each puff in equal response.

       “Mmmmmm! Yummy!” said Sammy, licking his lips, “Kinda taste like strawberries.”

          After recapping the inhaler and replacing it, Alex took out the Sense Heightener, a spray nozzle, and single pair of rubber gloves. Placing a glove on each hand, he then took the bottle and removed the main lid to replace it with the spray nozzle. Once the nozzle was secured and tested, Alex pulled the spray trigger twice per each of Sammy’s feet and began to massage them. After a few of massage for each foot, Alex removed his gloves and tossed them into the trash bin, cracked his knuckles, and raked his claws up and down Sammy’s feet. Almost at once, Sammy burst into laughter and began to buck in his bonds.

       “EEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!” screeched Sammy, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!”

      After ten minutes of claw raking, Alex gave Sammy a small rest bit as he pulled out two, very soft owl feathers from the box. Sammy was breathing hard, but not too hard, while a broad smile was spreading across his face.

       “(*pant, pant) Wh-why did you stop, Alex?” asked Sammy, “H-hey, that was intense, but I’m not in pain. What’s up with that?”
       “In that order: 1.) I stopped so I could use these,” said Alex, gently running the tips of the feathers up Sammy’s feet, thus producing the cutest giggles, “2.) The lack of the pain is due to that medicine I had you breathe in. It increases lung productivity and relaxes the nerves.”
      “Wow-EEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!” cried Sammy, for Alex was now full out brushing the feathers over every part of Sammy’s feet that he could reach.  

        As the feathers traveled all over the soles and balls of Sammy feet, his bucking turned into thrashing. He curled his toes and wiggled his feet to and fro, but nothing could stop the relentless feathers. However, Sammy seemed to be having too much fun to care, and not once did he ask Alex to stop.

    “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEMOHOHOHOHOHOREHE!!!!” cried Sammy, “YEHEHEHEHESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!”
\t
Alex raised an eyebrow and snickered as he increased the speed of the feathering. After about an hour’s worth of feathering, a wonderful idea occurred to Alex, causing him to abruptly stop.

“Heh, so you want more, eh Sammy?” asked Alex, replacing the feathers, “Well, since you asked nicely.”

So, leaving Sammy tied to the bed, and breathing deeply, Alex entered the main basement, and went to retrieve a blue pet carrier in the far corner. Then, after a moment’s thought, he opened the mini-fridge nearby and pulled out a jug of milk and a small jar of honey, complete with brush.  With these tools in hand, Alex returned to the bedroom where Sammy was still on the bed, with the broadest of smiles plastered on his face. Alex set the milk and honey on the side table near the bed and set the carrier at the foot of the bed and opened the door. And out of the carrier walked….a puppy – a 2 year old golden Labrador puppy to be exact. Sammy giggled as the puppy walked around and sniffed his body.

“Hehe, is that a puppy? Hehehe,  hey!” said Sammy, “Easy puppy. Hehehe, that tickles!”
“Heh, yep. It is indeed a puppy, Sammy,” said Alex, scooping up the pup, “his name is Timmy and he’s kept company for about two years now.”

Alex then set Timmy down near Sammy’s left foot and told Timmy to sit and stay. Then, after placing a spare towel under that foot, Alex poured roughly half of the bottle of milk upon Sammy’s foot. Raising his left pointer finger – which signified that it wasn’t time yet – towards Timmy, Alex opened the jar of honey, and after brushing of the excess, used the brush to coat Sammy’s right foot.

“Brrrrrrrr!” shivered Sammy, “That milk is cold, and that honey is sticky. I hope you’re gonna clean up that mess, Alex.”
“Oh don’t you worry about that,” said Alex, licking his lips, “your feet will be cleaned now and then you’ll take a bath later.”

Alex then snapped his fingers and pointed at Sammy’s left foot, at which Timmy walked over, sniffed, and began lapping up the milk on Sammy’s foot. With Timmy occupying Sammy’s left foot, Alex turned his attention to Sammy’s right foot. Kneeling before corner of the bed where foot was tied to, Alex copied Timmy’s approach, that is to say he sniffed, and then began licking the honey off Sammy’s foot. Sammy himself was sent into fits of mad giggles and restrained thrashing.  

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” cried Sammy, thrashing to no avail, “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH.”

The tongues of both Timmy and Alex roved all over Sammy’s feet, licking the balls, the arches, and digging between the toes. After a good 30 minutes of licking, Alex made Timmy sit and stay once again before undoing the cuffs around Sammy’s ankles. Then, as Alex moved up to release Sammy’s hands, Alex’s right hand accidentally brushed against Sammy’s covered boyhood. Sammy gave a gasp and bit his lip.

“Oh!” cried Alex, smacking his own hand in punishment, “I’m sorry Sammy. I-I really didn’t mean to do that. I’m – ”
“It’s alright,” said Sammy, blushing as he cut off Alex, “it actually felt kinda….good.”
“Oh, w-well let’s get you cleaned up and –” began Alex, but Sammy cut him off again.
“No, that’s ok,” said Sammy, “if you want to, you can, you know…..”

That last statement caught Alex off guard. Did Sammy really mean that? He had to make sure so as not cause any troubles.

“Are you sure about that Sammy?” asked Alex, “I mean, I will release you now if you don’t want to.”
“It’s ok,” said Sammy, blushing, but smiling all the same, “go ahead. I give you full permission, Alex.”

Gulping, Alex moved his shaking hands to the blue waistband of Sammy briefs, and after second’s hesitation began to move the underwear downward. After what seemed to be an eternity, the briefs were off, leaving Sammy’s proud boyhood exposed. Alex folded the briefs and set them with the other clothes before moving back to the now nude kitten on the bed. Alex stopped to reposition the ropes to the center of the bed’s footboard, after which he re-cuffed Sammy’s ankles. Then, he repositioned the ropes binding Sammy’s hands so they were directly above his head. Thus, Sammy was now tied down in a sort of ‘cat’s eye’ formation. Then, Alex slowly moved over, grasped the young kitten’s cock in his right hand, and began to stroke it. Sammy began to moan and lightly struggle against the bonds that held him as the older black cat continued to stroke, thus causing Sammy’s cock to become erect. The musky scent coming from Sammy was sending Alex’s senses into overdrive. However, Alex shrugged it off, but not before he found his nose right on top of Sammy’s cock head. The wetness of Alex’s nose caused an even more lustful gasp to escape Sammy’s lips, and as if he knew what Alex was after, Sammy nodded. Then, an idea struck Alex and he abruptly stopped, causing Sammy to groan.

“Hehe, hang on Sammy,” snickered Alex as he placed the spare towel (which was surprisingly absorbent) underneath Sammy’s heels, “Timmy’s hungry too.”

With that, Alex dumped the remainder of the milk on both of Sammy’s feet, and then snapped and pointed. Immediately, Timmy began licking them while Alex moved his attention back to Sammy’s cock. After stroking it back to maximum hardness, Alex wasted no time in gulfing down the entire length. Sammy began to pant harder and harder as the puppy licking his feet and the older black cat sucking on his cock sent his body into ecstasy.  Keeping with the settings, Sammy continued to struggle, moaning more and more. As his moans grew louder and louder, Sammy began sweat and eventually he climaxed, letting loose a mild roar – loud, but not too loud. Alex lifted himself away from Sammy, licking his lips and swallowing every drop of the creamy load provided by the young kitten, bound upon the bed before him.

“Mmmmmm,” said Alex, “that was very tasty Sammy. Thank you.”
“(*pant, pant) You’re welcome Alex,” said Sammy, blushing, but bearing a smile non-the-less, “I’m glad you liked it. So what now?”
“Now, I release you and we will go up and get you into a bath. Then, bed time little one.”

Sammy nodded, and without further hesitance, Alex undid the cuffs and removed the blindfold. While Sammy blinked to restore his vision, Alex opened the top drawer of the drawer chest and pulled out a small blanket. Turning his attention back to Sammy, Alex noticed that Timmy was wagging his tail and playing with Sammy, nuzzling and licking the kitten.

“Heh, ok Timmy,” said Alex, “Sammy has to take a bath now, but we can all play tomorrow after breakfast.”
With that, Alex wrapped the blanket around Sammy and lifted him into his arms. Thus, Alex carried Sammy from the room, Timmy trotting along behind him. Up and out of the basement they went, and into the bathroom on the second floor. Setting Sammy upon the closed toilet seat, Alex turned on the faucet in the bathtub and made sure to set the temperature just right. He then added a dash of Paw-nson’s  brand bubble bath/shampoo, thus creating the perfect bubble bath. Finally, Alex removed the blanket from Sammy and gently lowered him into the bath. Sighing with relief, Sammy settled in, letting the bath wash away his troubles. Well, at least of the troubles of the previous incident. Quick as flash, Alex retrieved Sammy’s discarded clothes from the basement and returned to the bathroom to check up on the bathing kitten. Sammy was perfectly calm, relaxed, not bound a single care in the world. Seeing this, Alex took up a wash cloth from a nearby rack and went over and began to clean Sammy’s back. Sammy gave a slight wince as Alex removed the bandages on his left arm and began to clean his wound. Alex then took up the bottle of Paw-nson’s brand shampoo and began to scrub Sammy’s head-fur. With a flourish of the hand-held showerhead, the suds were washed and Sammy was a bit, eh…soaked. After pulling the plug and letting the water drain, Alex took up a towel and wrapped Sammy up and took him to the room just down the hall, two doors away from the bathroom, and placed him on the bed. He then rummaged in the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out the only set of pajamas in Sammy’s size available: a baby-blue onesie.

“E-heh,” chuckled Alex, sheepishly, “this seems to be all I have for you, Sammy. I hope it’s ok.”
“O-oh,” said Sammy, blushing while holding the towel around himself, “I-I guess, as long as you don’t laugh!”
“I wouldn’t do that, Sammy,” said Alex, “the choice is yours. I won’t force you to do anything, little one.”

 Sammy nodded, and after drying himself off, Alex helped him into a clean pair of briefs (with a red waistband) and then the onesie. Alex then took up a soft brush from the dresser and lightly brushed Sammy’s head-fur. While Alex brushed, Sammy closed his eyes and sighed.

“Wow,” thought Sammy, “this kinda feels like a I have big brother. Hehe.”

Once he finished, Alex replaced the brush and took up a teddy bear from the bedside table. With a smile, Alex gave the teddy to Sammy and tucked the kitten snuggly into the covers. Alex sat down upon the bed, just below the point where Sammy’s double-covered foot-paws stopped.

“This teddy bear is Kero,” said Alex, pointing towards the bear, “I haven’t really needed him in a while, but I thought he could keep you company.”

Sammy smiled and snuggled close to Kero. Alex stood up, and after closing the curtains just inch past their previous position, he lit a single candle and sat back down upon the bed. In addition to the candlelight, a small stream of moonlight from the full moon outside shone into the room. The rainstorm had apparently stopped much earlier, but neither Sammy nor Alex took any notice. Alex took a deep breath and, after looking at the moon, began to sing:

“I Can Tell time By The Moon; I Can Tell Time By The Sun,
And Now The Day Is Gone; And Only Moonlight Shone
And Now You Must Sleep, Little One
Soon The Morning Light Will Come
Until Then Just, Close Your Eyes
You Need Not Be Afraid
You’ll Be Safe In This Bed
So, Slip Away Into Your Dreams
Sleep, Sleep Tight; Sleep, Sleep Tight
Let Your Dreams Take Wing
Sleep, Sleep Tight; I Will Shield You From Anything
Soon You Will Wake And Be Free
Then You’ll Smile, Just Like Me
Until Then Close Your Eyes
And Dream Up In The Skies
And Then The Morning Waits For You
For You.”

Once the lullaby was finished, Sammy had had drifted off to Sleep, snoring ever so softly. Alex then stroked Sammy’s head, and moved a few stray strands of hair away from Sammy’s face before gently blowing out the candle and completely closing the curtains. As he moved towards the door, Alex turned temporarily to plant a soft kiss on Sammy’s forehead. With that, Alex left Sammy to sleep and to dream.

After brushing his teeth and slipping into his two-piece – button-up shirt – pajamas, Alex slid into his own bed, and was soon off to dreamland. Around 1:30 A.M., Alex felt someone near his back, and turned over to find Sammy snuggled up close to him. Smiling wearily, Alex wrapped his arm around Sammy and gently stroked his head. Sammy began to purr contentedly as he fell back into his dreams.

The next morning dawned bright and early, with Sammy yawning as the birds sang their good-morning song softly. Rubbing his eyes, Sammy looked around for Alex, but found that he wasn’t in bed. So, after a quick run to the bathroom, Sammy walked down stairs to the sounds of sizzling coming from the kitchen. As he sniffed the air, Sammy inhaled the lovely scents of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” said Alex, “Hungry?”
“Mmmmmmm!,” said Sammy, licking his lips, “Good morning to you too Alex, and yes, I am hungry.”
“Well then, take a seat. I’ll have breakfast on table in a jiffy. Oh, what kind of juice would you like? I’ve got apple, orange, and Tropicana fruit punch.”
“I’ll have apple, uh..please.”

Chuckling at Sammy’s attempt at maintaining his manners, Alex poured apple juice into a small glass before sliding it across the table and into Sammy’s waiting hand. With a flourish, Alex set the table with plates, silverware, and napkins before adorning each plate with two eggs, two slices of bacon, two sausage links, and two small pancakes. After pouring himself a glass of coffee and apple juice, Alex sat down to eat with Sammy. Without further delay the two cats dug into their breakfast, making sure to savor each bite. After roughly five minutes, Alex ended his meal with his last bacon slice whereas Sammy ended with a final fork-full of pancake. With a small burp, both Sammy and Alex patted their bellies and finished their drinks.

“Ok little one,” said Alex, “You go freshen up and get dressed. I’ll do the same, and meet you in the living room. Oh, and you’ll find your clothes and shoes in the guest bedroom where I first put you to sleep.”

Sammy nodded and ran off to get cleaned up while Alex cleaned the dishes. Once the dishes were clean and put away, Alex ran upstairs and after a quick shower, dressed himself in a blue button-up polo shirt (complete with collar), socks, corduroy jeans, and a pair of Croucher tennis shoes. Then, Alex grabbed up his glasses and headed down stairs to the living room. Only fifteen minutes passed before Sammy came bounding down the stairs and into Alex’s arms.
“Oof,” said Alex, wrapping his arms around the kitten, “I see you’re back in your own clothes, Sammy.” Which was perfectly true, as Sammy was now sporting his signature red sweat pants, his yellow tee-shirt, his socks, and blue tennis shoes.

“Yup, hehe,” chuckled Sammy, hugging Alex tightly, “thanks again, for everything Alex. Oh, by the way, when you brought me in, did you happen to get my bike?”
“Yes, though I’m afraid to say that it took quite a bit of damage.”

“Awww man!” cried Sammy, who look as though he was on the verge of tears, “mom’s gonna kill me. Not to mention that I probably won’t ride my bike, like ever again.”
“Fret not, little one,” said Alex, “I think I might be able to help you out before I escort you home.”
“Really? Oh sweet! Thanks a lot, Alex. You’re the best!”

Smiling, the two cats walked out of the house and onto the porch. One glimpse of his damaged Prowler 600 made Sammy cringe, and almost brought tears to his eyes. Alex merely shook his head, picked up Sammy’s bike, and brought it over to the garage door. Once he had typed in the numerical password on the number pad, the door opened,  
  revealing Alex’s workplace. Within was a car covered in cloth tarp, along with various tools and gadgets, scattered all over the place. Alex secured the bike in a special vice, before searching for the necessary tools to fix the bike. With wrench, screwdriver, and spare parts in hand, Alex set to work. First, he replaced the broken brake wire, which was fairly easy as Alex always kept a stock of spare brake wires, having a bike of his own. Next, Alex disconnected the wheel from the front axle of the bike and then removed the tire from the wheel. After pondering for a few minutes, Alex switched the wheel with bike and set the bike on the ground and returned his attention back to the wheel, now clamped in the vice. He took up a small Bernzomatic torch, and after handing Sammy an extra pair of goggles, put on a pair himself. The torch was ignited, and Alex began to move the flame up and down the wheel, softening the metal, but not allowing it to melt. Picking up a hammer from the nearby bench, Alex lightly tapped wheel, thus realigning the outer rim to its proper position. Then Alex and Sammy removed their goggles, after which the wheel was quickly cooled in a pail of water. With emery cloth and a special polish, Alex buffed the wheel, reattached the tire, pumped it up, and then reattached the lot to the bike. Once he was sure that the bike was operational, Alex passed it to Sammy, who wasted no time in hopping on and testing it with a short ride down the driveway.

“WHEEE!!!” cried Sammy, stopping just short of the street, “Oh yeah! I am back in business!! Oh, but how are you gonna escort me home? I mean, I’m riding a bike.”

Alex smiled and went back in to the garage and looked over the shelves, selecting a small black backpack and a pair of black boots – which oddly enough, clashed with his clothes. After swapping his Crouchers for the boots, Alex slipped on the backpack and closed the garage door behind him.

“I’ll follow you with these,” said Alex, referring to the boots. Sammy raised an eyebrow skeptically, but Alex, unoffended, clicked his right heel against his left. Instantly, a concealed set of wheels popped out, thus the boots converted into a pair of roller blades.

“Wow!!” said Sammy in awe, “Awesome!!! Where can I get a pair of those?”
“You can’t,” said Alex, “because I made these. Well, come on Sammy!! Race ya!!” At that statement, Alex turned and began to roll down the street.
“Oh no you don’t!” yelled Sammy, smiling, “Let’s ride!!!”

The two cats rode swiftly and with graceful agility. Within a few minutes, they had reached Sammy’s house, where Mrs. Stowes was to be found on the porch, watering some lilies.
“Hey mom!” called Sammy as they approached, “I’m home!”
“Sammy,” said Mrs. Stowes, embracing her child as he lept into her arms, “oh I missed you sweetie.” At this, Mrs. Stowes planted a kiss on Sammy’s head. “So how was your night, you know, after the incident?”
“It was great. I had a lot of fun with Alex, and his puppy, Timmy.”
“Well, I hope you said thank you. Ah,” Mrs. Stowes had only just taken notice of the bespectacled black panther before her. “You must be Alex. I do hope Sammy wasn’t too much trouble.” Mrs. Stowes proffered her right hand, which Alex promptly kissed lightly.
“Not at all, Mrs. Stowes,” said Alex, “he was as sweet as an angel. I’d be more than happy to look after him if the need arises, ma’am.”

At this, Alex presented Mrs. Stowes with a small white business card that displayed his name, cellphone number, house number, and email address.

“My card, in case you need an extra hand or two,” said Alex, “call me anytime you need me.”
 “Why thank you Alex,” said Mrs. Stowes, looking over the card, “I’ll be sure to give you a call when I need assistance.”

Alex gave a small bow, at which Sammy lept into his arms once again.

“Thanks again Alex,” he said, nuzzling Alex’s chest, “I hope we see each other again.”
“We will little one,” said Alex, ruffling Sammy’s hair and setting him back on the ground, “don’t worry. We will meet again, and if you like, you can come visit me anytime you like, seeing as I only live ten blocks down the road. Now, be good for your mom, ok?”
And, after Sammy nodded and smiled, Alex turned and rode down the street back to his home, while Sammy and Mrs. Stowes waved goodbye.
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