A Little Mint
(Started by CS Fox)
(All names and
characters used in this story were intentionally harmed
in its writing, we also test make up and hair care
products on bunnies. Especially the really cute ones).
“What are you doing?”
The American was getting on his nerves. Carotte took a
bite of his croissant and tried to ignore him. “Just
reading the paper,” he replied holding it up as a
barrier between the two of them.
“Blech… why would you read those horrid things?”
Carotte paused and lowered the paper so that his eyes
looked over the top. “Didn’t you write for one?”
“Back in my honest businessman days, but I’m way past
“Right…” Carotte slowly raised the paper again.
The American rapped his fingers on a plate a little
uneasily. “Soo…” he asked looking hopeful. “Are they
Carotte kept the paper up. “No.”
Carotte didn’t answer; he just turned a page of the
paper and took another bite of his croissant.
The American frowned and continued to rap his fingers on
the plate. “You know, I heard artists and authors have
been getting killed recently.”
Carotte lowered the paper again and raised an eyebrow.
“Is that so?”
The American nodded. “There was a guy back in the states
that was beaten to death by an angry mob for never
finishing his rpg-video game,” he buffed his nails and
paused for effect. “Real sad story to, I heard the game
had real promise.”
Carotte smirked. “Oh, that’s too bad.”
“I’m serious!” The American said frowning some more. He
tried his best to look cool and intimidating. “You
should watch yourself. You never know when your own fans
will come after you.”
Carotte laughed slightly and folded up his paper,
placing it on the table next to his plate. The American
sat up a little straighter, sensing that business was
finally at hand.
“Well now that you’re done reading the paper. When can
my employer expect the art?”
“In a week, possibly two.”
“TWO?!” The American let his mouth flap in the breeze.
“We never agreed on two!”
Carotte took out some change and put it next to his
plate. “In a week or two. I’m sure your employer can
manage till then.” he said as he turned and walked away.
The American frowned and followed Carotte with his eyes
as he left the sidewalk café. He got up and put on his
coat, muttering to himself, “I’m not paid by my employer
to allow things to take a week or two…” And with that he
walked briskly back to the hotel.
It was cold outside, not really the nice kind of cold,
but then again, cold wasn’t nice very often when the
money you should’ve used on a big, warm coat, was spent
on painting supplies.
Carotte was walking down some dirty alley, from where
most common people would politely walk away, trying not
to stare too much at the local misery, in case it would
Working in the job you love was something good, starving
to death wasn’t as good, and dieing of cold was actually
pretty bad, Carotte needed the money from those
Americans commissions, but there was some big problem
ahead of him, an invisible wall, high as the Babel
Tower, and thick as a politician’s skull.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get any of
those commissions right, his mind would empty itself
every time he brought his train of thoughts on these
Two weeks would be too long indeed, not that he cared
much about his employer, but he’d never get paid soon
enough to pay his next rent, and he wasn’t especially
thrilled about the idea of sleeping under a bridge.
“inspiration, ô inspiration.. where the hell have you
been ?” he muttered under his breath, arriving to a dark
Carotte took out his set of keys, unlocked what some
optimistic people would’ve called a door, and began the
arduous task of climbing two stacks of moaning,
“home, sweet home” he thought as he opened the door to
his own apartment.
Carotte’s apartment wasn’t anything special, if
anything, it looked rather nice compared to its general
surrounding, as he lived there for more than five years,
he had found the motivation to put some work in cleaning
up, and fixing most of the rot, rust, suspicious heating
device and evil mud-spitting shower.
His art supplies were scattered almost everywhere in the
apartment, piles of sketches, box of various paint and
brushes, easels… He sure had drew a lot since he had
arrived here, and most of his works had all left a trace
The young man hopped through the mess, to the kitchen’s
table, and sat down, realizing his breath was still
forming little puff of vapor, he cursed under his
breath, as this meant that the heating was down again,
that or his electricity had been shut down.
“I need my inspiration back..” he said, running his
fingers through his brown hair, his eyes closed, he had
already suffered a lot of artists block before, and his
muse would always come back, she was just a bit late
Carotte sat there for more than a hour, so lost in his
thoughts he barely heard the knock on his door. The
young man raised his head, looked straight at his door
and wondered who could’ve come here :
“Yeah ? What is it ?” he said aloud, hoping it wouldn’t
be that sleazy American, coming to execute his threats
“Speciaaal Deliveryyy !!” an unexpected, booming voice
yelled back through his door, it had a strange tone..
its owner sounded like an overly excited santa.
“What the hell..? Who’s there ?” asked Carotte, knowing
better than opening his door to some complete stranger
who sounded like he was at least twice his own weight.
“Better come and open that door to know the happy awnser
!” replied the weird voice
“Listen big guy, there’s no valuables, no cracks,
nothing to steal in there, why don’t you go and bother
someone else ?”
“..good” Carotte said to himself, then went back to his
“WHAT ?!” he yelled this time
“I’m going to leave the delivery here on your doorstep,
you… will come and get it, right ?” said the voice
through Carotte’s door
“yeah, sure, whatever, just go !”
“Have a nice day then ! and Congratulations again sir !”
replied the voice
Carotte waited a bit, he did not hear any sound of
cracking steps and assumed the fat ass was still at his
“oh please…” he muttered to himself as he stood up from
his chair and hopped toward his door.
The young man took a peek through the peep hole and was
surprised to see that nobody was waiting outside, and
surely enough, there was what looked like the top of a
basket handle showing from below. Unlocking it, Carotte
opened his door apprehensively.
He looked down and saw the large basket placed at his
feet with a sheet drawn over it.
“OH come on… how trite and overdone can you get?”
He looked up and down in the narrow staircase seeing no
one. He was about to step back inside to just ignore
this freaky gift when a feline paw reached out from
under the sheet and scratched at his pants leg. As he
lowered his head and looked at the paw, he knew
something was not right, it was much bigger then
anything belonging to a normal sized feline.
“What the hell?”
The paw had little claws on it that caught his pant leg.
“Hey! Leggo!” he said yanking his leg away. It caused a
tiny rip to form as the claws took a little bit of
fabric. Carotte frowned and reached down to pull off the
Excepting some kind of freaky tiger or anything as
dangerous, he almost fainted when his eyes fell on what
looked like a half human half cat person, staring at him
with its big, light blue eyes.
“W..What the..??” was the only thing he could mustered,
taking a few steps back in his apartment, Carotte
stumbled on an old pile of sketch and fell hard on his
The cat-like creature leapt out of its basket and into
Carotte’s apartment with worrying agility, and even more
worryingly jumped on the young man’s chest.
Carotte looked in the eyes of the strange beast again,
unable to make a move, and thought his last hour had
came in a most unpredictable and weird way, when the
thing opened its jaws and :
“Daddy !” it cried happily, rubbing its head on
Carotte’s face and purring loudly.
Carotte stood there, motionless as the weird cat kept
rubbing its head on his face.
“whoa whoa, s..stop it, okay ?” he said, pushing the
creature’s head as gently as he could from his face.
It is a commonly established fact that artists are
really imaginative people, who often seek dreams and
wonders in real life just like a knight in armor would
seek an old moldy goblet, and that the mention of a big,
half human, half cat creature, somewhere in this world
would probably brings a whole galaxy in their eyes.
Carotte, however, who had the said creature sitting on
himself, could already feel a black hole, full of very
real problems, forming, menacingly in the back of his
The thing pulled its head back up, crouching on the
young man’s chest just like an oversized feline. Carotte
took advantage of this to look more closely at the
The first thing he realized was that whatever that thing
was, it was definitely female, her voice, chest, and
general outlook were some pretty good giveaway, she had
light orange, striped fur, red hair and two, big, light
blue eyes, looking excpectingly at him.
She wasn’t really heavy, considering the fact that she
was more or less resting on his lungs and he could still
Carotte then remembered that she had just talked :
“Ok, what are you ?” he asked bluntly
The cat girl looked at him with a quizzical look and
seemed to think hard about it for a few seconds :
“I’m your daughter ! and we’re Family now !” she cried
excitingly again, wrapping her furry arms in a tight
embrace over the young man’s neck.
“my wha..?” Carotte’s jaw dropped, then he realized air
wasn’t as willing as before to get in his lungs “let..
go.. god.. dammit..!”
The creature backed away and looked quizzically in
Carotte’s eyes, who was trying to catch his breath back.
“You okay, Daddy ?” she asked
“sure.. never been better.. now wait a minute, who’s
that guy who dropped you on my doorstep ?”
“Meow..?” she threw that quizzical look at him again,
but no hard thinking this time.
Carotte sighed : “…ok, can you just.. get off of me ?
The cat girl moved gently to the side and Carotte stood
immediately up, walked to his doorstep, grabbed the big
basket hastily and shoved it in his apartment, closing
and locking his door behind him.
He finally let himself rest against the door and tried
to understand what exactly had happened.
His eyes landed on the young cat girl, who was sitting
in the middle of the room, looking back at him, and he
realized that, except for the fur, she seemed to be
almost naked, just wearing what looked like a… pink
“You’re… in diapers ?” Carotte asked, somewhat hoping
that asking that question would maybe lead to a negative
The cat girl seemed to blush and lowered her head a bit
In the black hole, a new problem opened the door of
Carotte’s brain and went straight for the couch.
“How old are you and what’s your name ?” he asked,
feeling like there would soon be a fight for the remote
“My name.. is.. Mint” she answered, pausing between each
word, as if she was still trying to learn how to spell
“And how old are you, Mint ?”
“err..” she looked embarrassed again “I dunno”
Looking down at the basket, he noticed what looked like
a small letter slid into it, he took it and proceeded to
There was a card in it, decorated with golden lines
twirling all around the small, well written text :
Congratulation for adopting
May you and your new daughter live happily
Carotte turned the letter around a few times, hoping to
find some kind of indications about whoever bring this
basket here or whatever the hell was going on, after
several minutes of inquisitive examinations he just
dropped the letter back in the basket and looked at his
“daughter”, or at least at the place where she was a
“Mint ?” he asked
There was some noises of crumbling papers and crinkling
diapers coming from his bedroom.
A blink of an eye later,Carotte was at his bedroom’s
door, the catgirl rolling happily on the floor,
eviscerating a pile of his more recent works.
A few miles away, a bird flew up in the sky, and a cat
cursed about whoever was screaming.
“Meow ?” Mint looked innocently at Carotte
“my.. you.. they..” he stuttered, trying to decide
between chopping the girl’s head off or just breaking
He was lost in his thoughts when he felt little claws
tugging again on his pants. He looked down at the
“What..?” he hissed
What she did, as an awnser, is a bit difficult to
explain, but to put it simply, let’s say she just cried,
in a very loud, very aggravating way, mixing a baby’s
wail and a a kitten’s scream of agony.
Carotte’s brain suddenly reminded him of the fact that
he had neighbors, and the fight for the remote control
“Whoa whoa, shut up ! stop it !” he cried, in an
impressive effort to say it high enough to cover the
girl’s scream and low enough to not lead her to cry even
Carotte had absolutely no idea of what he could do, she
kept crying, though in a bit quieter way, but still loud
enough to bring some angry neighbors at his doorstep.
“Ok, just.. hold still ! I’m coming back !” he said,
And he ran back to his kitchen where he had left her
basket, if there was something to calm her down, there
was no way he’d find it in his own stuff, so he started
to search inside the basket.
Under the pink blanket were several items but one in
particular caught Carotte’s eyes.
“There ! I’m back ! Stop crying now !” he cried, coming
back quickly in his bedroom and kneeling before the
Mint opened her wet eyes to look at him and felt a
pacifier being pushed a bit roughly in her mouth.
Carotte was looking at her as if he had just disarmed a
particularly nasty bomb.
But the look she was giving him back told him that he
may had cut the wrong wires.
“That’s.. what you wanted right ? this pacifier ?” he
asked, a bit unsure of himself
The catgirl shook her head, Carotte scratched his.
And then the smell decided to charge with full force.
A Little Mint... Part 3
“G.. oh no
you didn’t..” muttered the young man
The cat girl was starting to get
teary eyed again.
“Ok ! ok ! you did, fine ! don’t
scream like you just did again- don’t.. just don’t make
noise, ok ?”
Well, at least, now that the
previous outburst was finished, Carotte noticed that she
did seem a lot more calmer, which was one problem gone,
just to let a bigger one (smellier too) have its way on
his brain’s couch. He had
no idea how he was supposed to change a messy diaper,
not that he wanted to learn that much anyway, but he
quickly considered that changing one smelly diaper
wouldn’t be as bad as another kitty scream attack. He
hesitantly took one of the girl’s... paw and proceeded
toward his bathroom, fetching Mint’s basket on the way.
Mint followed the young man,
waddling slightly, apparently, it was obvious she did
not appreciate the feeling of a messy diaper all that
much, and bothering her new daddy with such a problem so
quickly wasn’t exactly how she would’ve imagined her
first family experience.
“There, step in the tub”
Carotte led her in his bathtub,
and took a worried look at the girl’s diaper, trying not
to get too much eye contact with the messy garment, he
awkwardly undid both tapes.
The smell was pretty bad, but
being a single young man without much sense of cleaning
duties, Carotte had smelt worse in his own appartment,
and a cat girl’s messy diaper wasn’t anywhere close to
the Forgotten Moldy Old Cheese of Doom. He disposed of
it quickly, and turned the water on, then looked up to
the girl. Mint was still
sucking on her pacifier, looking at him with a slightly
“Err.. it’s okay, ..Mint, it
wasn’t your fault- stay in the tub !” Carotte cried as
the cat girl was about to pounce him again “there,
good.. girl” he said, patting her on her head, she
responded with a loud purr.
Letting the bathtub filling
itself, Carotte took his time to investigate the other
items in Mint’s basket. There were three baby bottles
and what looked like a pink notebook.
He would’ve looked closer to the
notebook, but at this time, his attention was drew by
the fact that no matter how hard he searched, there were
no diapers in that basket.
Carotte was about to ask himself
how the hell he was supposed to change her without
diapers when someone knocked at the door.
“dammit ! Mint,” he asked,
turning to the cat girl “be a good girl and stay in the
bathtub, ok ?”
“hmfk” muttered Mint behind her
The young man cursed a little
more under his breath before getting to his door, and
checked the peephole.
Something white was standing in
front of his door.
Carotte cursed again, and unlocked the door to reveal a
small, white haired girl.
“Hello paint guy”, she said,
smiling broadly and waving her hand
“Hello brat, you need something
Wilhelma Knight (Helm for short), was Carotte’s neighbor
from upper level since he had arrived in his appartment.
She was a weird girl to say the least, looking something
like 16 or 17, she lived alone in her appartment, and
sure enough she must had some kind of job, which
probably had a connection with this huge collection of
swords that was covering every single wall of her place.
She was a nice girl though, but something about her that
Carotte always had trouble to understand was clearly
implying that she was nice “at” the people instead of
being nice “with” them.
“Not really, just heard someone
screamin’ her lungs out, and it sounded like it was
coming from your appartment”
“well you heard wrong, it wasn’t
coming from my appartment”
“where was it coming from then
“Why would you care anyway ?”
Helm brought her hands behind
her head, a thoughtful expression on her face :
“I’m bored, and I was gonna
visit you anyway, so you gonna let me in or do I have to
go fetch my tent and start a campfire ?”
Carotte tried to think fast :
“I’m.. really busy right now,
maybe next time, ok ?”
The sound of splashing water
echoed toward the door. Helm rised an eyebrow.
“You’re with.. someone ?”
the way she asked it clearly stated how she seemed to
conceive Carotte’s social life, a tight spot between a
pox’s and a rock’s, you could even hear the italics in
“actually yes” Carotte awnsered
through his gritted teeth. “and it’s not a guy”
“Oh..” it was obvious Helm did
not get to use the disappointment feeling quite often,
she stared at it for a few instants, then decided to
just kick it in the nuts. “well, I see”
Carotte raised a suspicious
“don’t worry, I understand you’d
prefer to hang around a girl who doesn’t have any
problems with keeping her bed dry”
“huh ? wha- ?” he had not
forgotten about this, but the fact that she was a
bedwetter had always been kind of overshaded by all the
weirder thing about her. “that’s right, you’re a
bedwetter” Carotte said with maybe a little too much joy
in his voice.
“err.. yeah.. you’re not
supposed to repeat it like that, you know”
“you’re still wearing diapers at
night, aren’t you ?”
“I.. hey, that’s none of your
business” Helm was blushing now, another unusual
occurance for her.
“would you mind lending me some
“..what ?” she said, surprised,
“what in the hell would you do with my diapers ? ..that
I don’t own anyway”
More splashing sounds. More
“I.. wet the bed too ?” Carotte
said a bit hesitantly
“they wouldn’t fit you.. if I
had them, that is”
The whole mess was starting to
get on the young man’s nerves :
“Oh geeze, they’re for that girl
in my bathroom, ok ? she’s a mess, right now she stinks,
and I need those damn’ diapers for her, so can you,
“please”, lend me some ?”
Helm stared at Carotte for what
seemed hours, and then just blankly said :
“you’ll owe me one for this,
paint guy, I’m not gonna ask anything about what the
hell you’re doing in your place.. at least for now, but
don’t excpect me to accept ignorance for too long” she
finished, waving her finger in front of the young man’s
“sure.. and about the diapers ?”
“I’ll bring a few in a minute..”
she said through her gritted teeth, turning her back and
walking up the stairs.
Carotte closed his door, turned
around, made a few steps, stopped, then turned back,
walked to his door, opened it again, and shouted :
“thank you !” in the staircase.
Closing door again, locking,
turning around, hearing splashing water again, cursing,
It could’ve been worse, Carotte
thought, as he turned off the water before it could run
out of the bathtub by itself.
It could’ve been worse indeed,
but Mint had apparently made it a personal affair to
make sure that water could get out of the bathtub as
quickly as possible.
“Well at least you washed
yourself.. kind of..” Carotte said, “with the rest of
“you proud of me, daddy ?” Mint
“sure, why not- stay in the tub
The cat girl sat back in the tub
with a pout on her face.
Getting her out of the tub and
drying her wasn’t exactly the easiest task in the world,
as the wet Mint was constantly trying to hug or rub her
head on Carotte, who was trying with all his courage to
dry a soaking wet, furry, bouncy cat girl.
After some long and fastidious
minutes of hard labor, someone was knocking at the door
“Must be brat, keep this towel
on, I’m back in a second” said Carotte, leaving Mint
alone in his bathroom.
The young man went to the door,
where bra- helm was indeed waiting for him, holding what
looked like five thick, teen sized diapers :
“happy ?” she asked, still a bit
annoyed about not knowing what was going on.
Carotte stared at what she was
holding for a minute :
“..you wear pink diapers ?” he
finally managed to say, more than asking.
“ you, wear pink
“They’re the only one I can find
in my size !!” she cried
“sorry sorry” Carotte apologized
a bit laughingly, taking the diapers, “I’m sure you look
cute in them”
Helm remained speechless,
staring at Carotte’s right arm.
“meow ?” someone asked from
behind Carotte’s right arm.
A minute or two and a fly passed by.
Helm was the first to open her mouth :
“Carl..? could the fact that this girl is naked be the
only thing I’m supposed to notice..?”
“Weeell.. err.. hehe..” cunningly replied Carotte
“What’s your name ?” she asked the young cat girl
“Mint !” she awnsered happily before hugging Carotte in
a tight embrace “and this is my daddy !”
“What did she say ??”
Something in Carotte’s brain told him that the situation
was slowly drifting toward some uninvinting rocks :
“It’s not what you think !” was all he could think of,
thankfully, Helm fainted before he could say it.
Carotte told to Mint to get back in the appartment and
tried to lift Helm, who happened to be surprisingly
heavy for her small build, he tought, not that he’d had
a lot of experience in lifting uncounscious girl before,
mind you. In some kind of herculean effort, at least for
him, he finally managed to carry her to his bed. Mint
was watching the scene with a curious eye, it was
obvious she had absolutely no clue about what was going
“Ok.. first things first” Carotte said aloud to no one
in particular, and turned to Mint. “Mint ? you know how
to put a diaper on right ?”
Mint shook her head.
“Why do I even ask..?” Carotte sighed, then took the cat
girl’s paw and led her on his bed, next to a fainted
To say that Carotte lacked any maternal experience
would’ve been quite an understatement, but Mint was
unexcepectedly calm, and even the passing of her tail
through an improvised hole in the diaper’s back went
Carotte fastened the tapes a bit tightly, but, receiving
no complains from Mint, he just left it that way.
“Well, how does it feel..?” he asked her.
Mint seemed to ponder on that question for a moment,
then replied :
“... Don’t tell me I already have to change you again..”
Mint shook her head, then Carotte realised that a
growing wet spot was forming on his bed, a fainted girl
lying in the middle of it.
“Oh sh..!! Wake up brat !!” Carotte cried, starting to
Helm was slowly opening an eye when Mint joined in and
started to shake her too.
“Wake up ! Wake up !” she shouted happily
“I’m awake dammit ! shake me just once more and I’ll rip
your toes off and shove ‘em in your ears !” Helm cried
back, showing off surprising skills to shout elaborated
threats in less than a second.
“Yay ! Brat awake !” exclaimed Mint
Helm ran a hand through her messy hair, looking a bit
“damn’.. where the hell-“ she began before looking down
on her crotch “... oh”
“Dun’ worry Brat” Mint said, putting her paw on Helm’s
shoulder “daddy’s gonna change you too”
Helm blushed furiously, looking frozen, but it was clear
that a volcanic sized pressure was boiling up inside
Carotte, who kind of knew what to expect from a boiling
Helm, decided to head toward his kitchen, grabbing
“Ok, we’ll be in the kitchen, clothes are in the closet
and I didn’t see anything happening in this room” he
said while going out, in a slightly forced cheerful
Then he came back, bent over, grabbed an old shirt lying
on the ground, got out again and closed the door.
Carotte sat down at his small table, pushing a pile of
papers of another chair and leading Mint to sit on it.
Fives minutes later, Mint was wearing a loose, paint
stained white shirt with several suspicious claws’
holes, Carotte’s bedroom’s door was opening, and Helm
was coming in the kitchen, still wearing her thoroughly
soaked jeans, and holding the rolled up wet sheets under
Carotte was about to ask about it but decided against it
when Helm sat quite roughly on his last spare chair.
Knowing her, she was probably planning to burn the
evidences, all he had to do was to persuade her to not
add him in the list.
“So, where does she come from ?” she asked, looking
straight at Carotte.
“I.. have no idea” stuttered Carotte, feeling like he
would soon stop trying to understand the situation, not
before a good night of sleep and a full bottle of
“Do you know she’s a cat girl ?”
Carotte looked at Mint for a moment, then turned back to
Helm to give her his best “Well.. duh !” look.
“how did she end up in your appartment ?”
Mint was following the questionning like one would’ve
followed a tennis play.
“Some weird guy who was gone before I could see him left
her in a basket in front of my door, there was a note in
the basket congratuling whoever read it for adopting
“...and you didn’t ask for it ?”
Carotte looked at Mint again. She was already losing
interest in the conversation and was now looking around
the mess that was his kitchen.
“As far as I can remember, no”
“Oh, then I guess it’s cool”
“Yeah I guess it’s- wait, what ?”
“it’s cool, if you didn’t ask for it, then she can’t be
one of those asian demon who suck life out of people’s
sexual energy” Helm said matter-of-factly, sitting up
Mint was now searching through pile of old paper
scattered even through the kitchen’s ground. Carotte
looked at her thouroughly, he wasn’t exactly sure that
diapers were the perfect attire for weird furry
“Anyway, I gotta go, see you around Carl” Helm said,
walking to the door.
“Hey wai-“ Carotte stopped “how do you know my real name
?” he asked, a bit surprised.
“I’m psychic” Helm said in a misty voice “I can read in
“See you around !” she said while getting out and
closing the door before Carotte could stop her again.
As usually, when Helm was leaving a room, everything
seemed suddenly a lot calmer, Carotte turned to Mint,
who was apparently trying to understand how to play with
an empty ink bottle in some funny way.
“She.. took it pretty well” he said to himself
Now that he was thinking about it, Helm didn’t seem to
care as much as the fact that Mint wasn’t supposed to
exist than the fact that he had a girl under his roof.
Ok, Helm was a weird girl herself, but she had the
decency of being anatomically correct, she had white
hair and yellow eyes, granted, but nothing a bottle of
hair dye and a pair of eye lens could not explain.
Carotte checked his watch, it was getting late, looking
through a dirty window, he could see that night was
already showing itself from the corners of the sky. He
wasn’t very hungry, but he felt like he really needed a
good night of sleep, but how could he sleep with Mint in
his appartment ? That and he had no idea what he was
supposed to fill her bottles with.
“Mint ?” he asked
The cat girl immediately stopped her ink bottle
investigation, as if she was expecting it to be
something very wrong and looked at Carotte with a sad
“What do you want for dinner ?” he asked, ignoring the
As usual, Mint seemed to think about it for a while,
Carotte was starting to realise that she was probably
not searching for an awnser but more for the question’s
meaning. Mint finally shrugged. It took a few tries and
a lot of demonstration with almost every single liquid
roaming around Carotte’s kitchen to finally learn that
Mint was probably drinking plain milk in her bottles.
Thankfully for him, the usual lone bottle of milk, lost
in the fridge’s depht, was, for once, still edible, and
the holy micro wave took it upon himself to heat the
filled baby bottle. Mint drank it all without
complaining, purring loudly and rubbing her head slowly
but intently on Carotte, who were still sitting on his
chair, but now with a cat girl curled up on his lap.
Once emptied, the young man took the bottle back and
casually threw it softly in his evergrowing pile of
dirty dishes, old habit are hard to break, and Mint
seemed to be succombing to her own feline habit as she
was curling herself up a bit more and was clearly
intenting to have one of those lap nap that trapped
millions of animals friends on various sitting device
for several long hours.
“No” Carotte stated matter-of-factly
“Meow ?” said Mint innocently
“Get in your basket”
This might’ve probably worked if Mint was a dog girl but
giving an order to anything related to the feline realm
was about as useful as looking for Santa Claus in the
24th’s cold night’s sky, she was already burying her
head again under Carotte’s arm.
“...I might have fleas, you know” he said.
Fives minutes later, Mint was in her basket.