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Post by Kristofor on Apr 7, 2021 9:14:04 GMT -6
Task one: Grooming my own friends; prep work
What little I own barely (and I mean it) fits into the pair of knapsacks I have, the essentials like my own grooming kit, a few snacks and what not in my day satchel. The metal box I’d called home since coming to this city stands empty. Nuzzled into my neck would be Mira, but I had already moved them earlier, while sound asleep in some complimentary carriers. Nothing but dust and footprints. I admit, its a bit feeling of homesickness to change homes like this, but its only temporary, right? I don’t know. Ms. Kevin is here to see me off;
“I’ll send a telegram to your temporary place of residence once the construction’s complete.” she tells me as I hand off the key that allows access after hours to get back inside. “With luck, the workers will finish the repairs and allow us to have complete usage of our building once again.”
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 7, 2021 9:14:18 GMT -6
Our goodbye is brief, because its late, and likely she’s got more residents to see off. The path out to the apartment is a divergence from the main city path, only some though. There are many lights on in the various buildings scattered left and right and ahead, no longer attached to the blackout of earlier the previous month. The two story building looms on my right as I come up to it, occasionally pausing to put down the knapsacks and stretch my shoulders. The key for my rented place of residence (on the second floor) is in an outer pocket of my yellow knapsack. I’ve never used a fire escape in my lifetime, which is a good thing, to get up to my home before. Its like a human made treehouse, but in a building. Fishing out my key, it turns in the lock on the door (I think the female wasn’t entirely thrilled on removing ALL the doors, but that is fair). I’m not hearing squeaking from Mira yet.
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 7, 2021 9:14:32 GMT -6
WHEEK? Mira wakes up when I let myself into the little flat. Her carrier is still closed, for letting her run around loose...by herself...inside a building… isn’t smart. The inside of this human made den smells some like paint and cleaners. With a ‘whew’, I drop both knapsacks on the ground at my feet after closing and locking the front door. ‘Please remember to lock up while you are out’ was a request. It took a bit of back and forth negotiation, because of the work it took to remove the doors exceeded what one person could do. Finally, I offered to help the female (no, no, she’s called a landlord), the landlord, remove the inner doors and replace them with gates. That pleased her it wasn’t going to be a one human..oid job.
‘I took longer than I thought to gather everything else, I am sorry Mira.’ I tell her as I unlock the carrier, and let her clamber up my arm. She pulls on my arm fur while climbing up before taking her space around my neck and shoulders with quiet contentment.
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 7, 2021 9:14:49 GMT -6
It takes a minute or so for my eyes to readjust to the difference in light as I leave the lights off for the night and pull my satchel carefully off of my back with unclipping it to leave it over the countertop. There are basic amenities; a counter for a prepwork, a stove that smells like its electrical, a place for cold storage for food for both me and the animals, and the rooms have no doors between them, but gates. That I can live with. Last thing I need is to do another chase / being dragged through the city with a near pulled out arm socket with the jackaroo. Assumingly, its a male, so I chose to call him Sirius. Sirius is a star that is part of the constellation of Canis Major, the greater dog. Cough, hum. Greater fox. Yes. Greater fox sounds better.
Wheek? Mira gives a noise of hungry, as I’m wandering around the biggest room.
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 7, 2021 9:15:07 GMT -6
‘You’re going to spoil an appetite Mira’ I told her reproachfully, fishing out a small box of raisins and passing her one. She takes it and starts chewing happily on her prize, offering nothing more of noise to that. Part of what I want to do is set up a cage for Mira to run around in. She’s small enough that would work for her. Unlike a human, I have less interest in having all sorts of wires spreading like worms throughout the home and making the place smell more like the burn of electricity; However, from what I’d read up on panillas, they need plenty to chew on that isn’t plastic or too sugary for them. She loved that apple twig, so perhaps the local general store has a pet house for her thats made of wood, or having something along that line. Also something for her to take a dust bath with. You can’t exactly ‘wash’ a panilla, because their fur is very dense.
loy.48 Mira
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 17:04:17 GMT -6
 Skylos pauses outside of the shop. He felt nervous. It wasn’t a typical place to come, the Vall street. Mostly home to larger properties owned by the rich and fancy, and no place for a penniless nobody like him. The light scent of soap lingers outside the open doors, as a few bubbles drift on the wind before popping on his whiskers. Oooh! He shifts from one foot to the other, resisting the temptation to scratch the outer back edge of his calf with exposed claws. One can’t tell easily with his thick fur, but the backs of his calves have many scratches from doing just this. Was this a bathing house? Beside him, Kitri gnawed on a bone almost as long as her leg. Worginu for some reason or another have huge paws in front, but are kind of dainty looking in the back. Finally mustering up the courage, he calls out noise and pulls out a sheet of common. “Wash my dog please? accessories?” 1.10 |
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 23, 2021 17:36:00 GMT -6
Kristofor has himself up to his elbows in the big wash basin, scrubbing out several formerly white towels. Trust a loud noise to startle the bird who startles him, and as a result sends his freshly blended breakfast all over the apartment. All of his white towels are mauve and splotchy. The smell of the human made cleaners make him retch so he has hot boiling water and a strong amount of white vinegar and steamed lemons. The resulting mixture is slowly turning the towels back towards the light pink spectrum. But his fur might be lighter then normal for a while. The noise of someone calling out, reallly sounded like a loud meow… and that wasn’t normal. Finally standing from his crouch to scrub, the fox lets the towels fall into the steaming water to steep for some more time with the lemons before coming out to check.
Oh, a customer? With a sign… wash my dog… and accessories? Oh, he had gotten a message on the local contests going at it again.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 23, 2021 17:43:50 GMT -6
The puppy at the cat’s feet is… well, a dog. He’d shut the dogs outside so he could wash towels in peace, and they would do nothing by cause ruckus for the new customer.
“I can do a wash for your puppy, yes.” He answers. There’s a shift to the cat’s posture… mayhap his first language, like himself, isn’t Common. “Is your puppy trained?” There’s a long pause between them before he answers the question for himself. No, not trained. Well. The little pup looks up, her mouth comically extended around the bone. He tilts his head around, seeking to get as much visual on the young canine before reaching for them. “It shouldn’t be more then a few hours… I’ll give her a brush up too, she appears a bit young for getting a haircut or a trim.” He explains, and gestures to his written out sign of services.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 23, 2021 19:11:29 GMT -6
*blah blah conversation*
The passing of the leash is complete, and Kristofor digs into a jar on the counter for a few dog bone shaped treats. The worginu looks up eagerly, sniffing the air. Her big blocky puppy head turns and sees him, and the fist with treat in it. Thankfully she's about the act of a puppy and follows her nose as he leads her into the back room. The wash basin is much too big and presently used for her, and he had gone ahead on getting a smaller wash tub set up for his puppies. Because of course the puppies are enjoying the mud when he goes to the river.
Now getting the puppy into the tub is another prospect, putting her paws on the edge of the tub's body to try and reach the treat in his hand. Carefully, she's hefted, and plopped in the tub, and given the treat. Ack, she's slimy!
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 23, 2021 19:20:27 GMT -6
The note mentioned her saliva stung? That didn't make sense. The fox doesn't keep canines beside his houlou pack, who know much better that friend fox is NOT chasey. Kitri tries to nom his fingers for more food, but he pulls it away. Digging out a jar of peanut butter, Kristofor uses his finger to drag a thick line of butter on the edge of the tub wall. The worginu went right at it. What would work for a young puppy... What would he use for Sarama...? The fox puts her lead to being tied onto the tub so the worginu can't escape, and turns to his tub of product. The purple scent would be good for Sarama, a bit floraly bu tnot so strong for making puppies sneeze. Or himself. Would the cat like his dog smelling like a field of flowers? Well... better then the smell of peanut butter.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 23, 2021 19:50:01 GMT -6
Kristofor made a note on looking up about worginu when he got done with this pup. She had huge front paws. The jar is set near the tub with the lid attached, in case he has to distract her further. The shampoo of floral fields smells excellent to his keen sense of smell. Did cats have a similar sense of smell? He had no idea, hadn't met a cat before on a good time. This cat didn't look related to Lucifer. Just long hair... maybe if he does a good job the cat will come back to get his hair trimmed. Having practice outside of him with long fur would be helpful, with a less fluffy tail. Scrub scrub, he carefully squirts some shampoo into his palm, works up a lather, and starts to rub into the worginu's short fur. Its really short, like puppy short. How old was this pup? He should've asked.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 23, 2021 20:21:18 GMT -6
When he started to work into the folds of puppy skin around the neck and the limbs, Kitri paused in her obsessive licking of the peanut butter and looks at him and his working paws. His hands stop, just rubbing a bit with his thumb in a calming motion. The pup blinks, and huffs before looking back at the peanut butter and going back to her licking. It was tasty peanut butter. Kitty cat didn't have peanut butter.
She's pretty clean, he has to wonder why the puppy needs a bath. Perhaps its just for getting her used to being handled? The cat's language must not be common, or even something pronounceable because he didn't answer much, but had scribbles. Its not worth thinking on this too hard. The water is warm enough that his paw pads are prone to pruning if he soaked them long enough, but its comfortably warm. Not to hot, not to cold.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 23, 2021 20:29:11 GMT -6
A good amount of rinsing, he has to shield Kitri's eyes so she doesn't freak out about water on her face. Frankly either she's too distracted by peanut butter to care or is very... chill. Likely its just the peanut butter. He picks up the jar... ah, it has a bit of 'that' in it. Well not eating it himself. Its healthy for puppies, but would need some water afterwards. Speak of water, Kitri's snapping at the spray, the water squirting over her tongue as she attempts to catch water.
"All that peanut butter must make you a thirsty girl." he commends to the pup, switching off the water. The stream dribbles to a stop, and Kitri sniffs it, coming back with a wetter nose, that is dotted in peanut butter. She's standing ankle deep in this water, and the fox is moving around, grabbing other things? Wet! She shakes, and the tub rocks a little from the force of her shaking herself out.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 23, 2021 20:35:51 GMT -6
The water SAILS around the tub, soaking Kristofor, the bowl of water in his hand and the bench around it. Kitri is all wags as he approaches, and sets the bowl aside. Carefully, he hefts her out of the tub, and she plants her paws on his shoulders, licking his nose. Ack! "Loveable, aren't you." Woof! Water drips from her paws as she hangs in his grip. The towel is not nearly as dry now, setting the pup on a drier part of the bench. Her leash had to be undone before going further, and reattaching it to the table. Kitri shakes off again, and catches sight of the lead. She wants to chew it. Its a long strip of treat! "no no no" the fox tilts her head away gently, picking up an item he might not want to use... but kind of has to. He puts a soft muzzle on her face.
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Post by Kristofor on Jun 23, 2021 20:46:29 GMT -6
"Sorry girl, I like my fingers and these leashes are a tad expensive." He tells her, rubbing haround her ears. Kitri's shoulders drop briefly, but he gives her a pat, and grabs a towel. The pup wiggles a lot as she struggles a bit, trying to paw at the restriction on her face. She wants to nip the leash! The towel tickles! Wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle. The toweling off gives a unique look to her fur being mussed. Nothing pretty, but unusual. Perhaps he can replicate that on her head, like a baby cowlick. Lets see... short hair, short brush. What color goes well with these green eyes and the floral smell. She's brown, with darker brown. Kinda like a chocolate. Maybe something to go with the flowers...
He picks a handkerchief, and a bow to clip into the cowlick. Er... maybe the clip doesn't look as good as he thought. Nah, no bow.
Just over an hour, and he gets the worginu finsihed up, unmuzzled and gave her some water before dabbing her face clean and leading her out to her cat.
"All finished. If you ever need a haircut yourself, I specialize right now in fur. Good day!"
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