fandomtownies | The Beach - Wednesday before Cheerleading practice

And Chad came along eventually (hopefully Annette hadn't waited too long), Prince Oscar Pedro (with sunscreen on him) perched on his shoulder and an umbrella, some towels, and his own football with him. He gave Annette a smile as he approached, carefully setting things down. He didn't want to inadvertently make the kitten fall off. "We made it."

She watched him approach as she was sitting on her towel, Angel playing with the corner edge of it. "I see," she smiled wide and looked up at Pedro. It was the first time she had seen him. "That's uh, a neat looking cat you have there."

"You...haven't met him yet?" Chad sounded surprised. Prince Oscar Pedro leaned forward as Chad straightened, digging his claws into Chad's shoulder (he didn't mind so much) as he tried to get a closer look at the pretty new person and meowed happily at her. He even started purring without any provocation. "Well...Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun." Pause. "The Third?" Chad held out his hand for the kitten to climb into and then held them both out toward Annette. "Meet Annette. Annette? Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun." Pause. "The Third. And that must be Angel over there, right? She's pretty."

She shook her head and watched the cat dig his claws into Chad's shoulder - ouch. Ahh, it was purring at her! She smiled and came up on her knees to get closer when Chad reached out with his hands, kitty on top. "Hello Prince Oscar Pedro Nek0-kun, the third." And that was a mouthful. "Can I hold him?" she asked Chad, glancing back over at Angel. "Yep, that's her. And thank you!"

"You can hold Prince Oscar Pedro," Chad offered, "if you let me hold Angel. They're kind of opposites, aren't they? I see what you meant now, about the sand..."

"Thank you," she reached out to take Pedro and inwardly squeed over the feel of the cat. "So different from Angel oh my. No hair. This is so weird, Chad, I mean in a totally cool way." Annette was grinning wide, holding the cat up against her chest, petting over his head and down his body. "And yes, oh please, you can hold Angel!"

Yay, kitty!

Chad gave a stoic nod and then went to sit down beside Angel, holding out his fingers a little for her to sniff before she decided whether or not he was worthy of her attention. Prince Oscar Pedro, purring up a storm, happily kneaded his paws against Annette. His wide, bulging eyes closed, content and quite pleased.

Angel sniffed Chad's fingers then she jumped and crouched low, batting at them before she went in again to sniff at them, swiping one paw out in a teasing fashion, claws retracted. She was purring very loudly and pounced at Chad's hand again. Annette giggled watching her before she looked down at Prince Oscar Pedro. He was so sweet! "I'm in love." Annette teased, not minding when his sharp claws pricked her just a little.

And the toying battle between Angel and Chad's hand began!

"That's what I thought, too," he said with a smile to Annette's comment, "when I spent a little time with him at the shelter. He's just so happy at the smallest things. And he grows on you, once you're used to the lack of fur."

He turned a grin toward Angel. "Maybe you should let him borrow some."

"Getting used to the lack of fur is not hard to do at all. It gives him his own character. I've never seen one of these types of cats before in person, only pictures. And I'm falling in love so so much," she said in an itty-bitty voice against the kitty's head, nuzzling it.

Angel was a fireball of fur. She jumped and hopped and patted Chad's fingers, purring and rolling onto her back while she batted in the air at his hand.

"Don't let her hear you talking like that," Chad warned, rubbing Angel's tummy lightly with his big hand. "She'll get jealous, and then shave off all her pretty fur and go through a rebellious punk phase."

Annette giggled and gave him a look, "Not true. I love my kitty. Yours is just unique." She set Prince Oscar Pedro down upon the towel and said to Chad, "Come on, ready to toss the football while these two play?"

But...but....cute fluffy kitty! Chad's lower lip went out a little bit, the start of a pout, but he gave Angel one last good rub, and leaned in to nuzzle his nose into the nice, soft fur for a second. He loved Prince Oscar Pedro, of course, but sometimes, you couldn't help getting all mushy about an adorable ball of fluff.

"Okay," he said, finally pulling himself away, brushing off his hands, and pulling himself up to his feet with a slight groan. "Let's do this."

As soon as he was released by Annette and set on the towel, Prince Oscar Pedro looked up at her with a meow of protest, and then turned his confused, bulging eyes toward Chad. "Nyu?"

//"Go on,"// Chad responded in Japanese, just as Prince Oscar Pedro had asked in Japanese, and nodded toward Angel. //"Play nice, okay? It's a new friend, like Flopsy, Mopsy, and....that other one."//

Friend, the kitten certainly understood, turning and blinking toward Angel. And then he let out a happy meow of greeting and pounced on her very fluffy and fun-looking tail.

Seeing Chad look so cute over a little kitty was just so sweet. Annette wished she had her camera because the nuzzling of his nose to Angel was picture perfect.

"Aw, Chad, he likes me and doesn't want me to leave him." she said after she got up and stared down at both cats.

The exchange between Chad and Prince Oscar Pedro had her raising her brows in curiosity. "What did you say?"

Angel peered around at Prince Oscar Pedro and jumped, raising her tail high and flicking it in the air. Then she turned around and stuck her hind-end in the air, her face low to the ground with her chin on her paws. Her very blue eyes grew round and in the next moment she jumped high, ready to pounce on her new cat friend.

It was a good thing Prince Oscar Pedro was still young, or else he would have really misinterpreted Angel. However, as it was, he ended up rolling on his back and trying to bat at the fluffy tail of hers. And then, next thing he knew, he was being pounced! He was the one who was used to the pouncing, but he was ready to nibble and wrestle any cat who dared pounce him.

"I told him to play nice," Chad said, grinning a little at the kittens as he grabbed one of the footballs and tossed it lightly to Annette. "He likes Japanese best I think."

Yes, it was a good think cause Annette might have stared in shock before she picked up her cat and doused her in the ocean. But, as it was, they played and it was cute.

She caught the ball, grinning. "He knows Japanese and can understand you? That's...amazing. If Angel understands me at all she ignores me on purpose," she said, starting to walk down away from where the cats were playing.

"Good catch," Chad commented, idly, before saying, "Yeah, sometimes he does that, too. Ignores me just to be a brat. I think it's just something cats do."

"Angel might be spoiled. I have so many toys for her now my room looks like kitty-zone instead of a teenage girls room, which by the way, is soon going to get a make-over. Yes!" She walked further away from Chad, putting distance between them so they could throw the ball back and forth and when she was in position, she brought her arm back and let it fly. Wasn't a perfect throw, but hopefully he could catch it.

A little spacial readjustment was needed, but Chad was getting increasingly better at catching, so it nestled against his chest easily. He jogged long the water's edge a little before launching it back toward Annette. Lightly, he hoped. He knew he had trouble with that.

"Oscar Pedro's pretty spoiled, too," Chad admitted before the launch. "But what kind of makeover? Like on those one shows, where the crews come in and stuff?"

"I got it," she said more to herself, backing up just a tad and jumping up to catch it. She fumbled with it only a little and grinned. "Have you met A.J. yet? He paints and he's agreed to help do over my room!" Annette threw the ball back, a little harder this time. Or at least trying.

(Chinese is here! Be back in just a bit!)

And that little jump and almost-fumble was just adorable. Annette being in a bikini while she did it sure didn't hurt, either. He caught the ball easily again, against his chest like usual, but this time with a small grunt. "I haven't," he answered, and tossed the ball back. "What's it gonna look like?"

"He's great!" she called out, keeping her eye on the football as he tossed it back to her. She must not be back far enough cause she jumped again to catch it. "And I don't know yet. I'm still trying to decide. I don't know if I want subtle or bold." She threw it back with a small, "ummph."

Chad debated a little whether or not to mention to Annette that if she moved back a bit, she wouldn't have to jump so much...

...Maybe after this next throw.

"I think bold might be good for you," he suggested, moving up the sand a little as he returned the ball to Annette again.

She backed up, eye on the ball, and caught it without jumping though she did grunt when she caught it to her chest. Probably wearing a shirt would have been a wise choice. But hey, ocean, the beach - it screamed bikini!

"Really? Like what color bold?" Wrapping her hand to the football, she threw it back to Chad, groaning when she watched it go to the side. "Sorry!"

It took Chad a moment to realize that the ball was going that-a-way, but that hesitation didn't stop him from barreling over to try to get it, diving for it, rolling into the sand and not knowing if he'd caught it or not until he managed to pull himself up, spit a little sand out of his mouth, and notice it tucked against him. Victory!

"I dunno," he said, rolling over so that he was on his back, and then sitting up. He held the ball between his knees as he dusted it off. "Orange, maybe?" He gave a light toss back, letting the ball sail over as he thought about whether or not to get up quite yet.

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