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m_findlowTitle: Our little secret
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 42 - Amnesty, using Challenge 122 - Seeking shelter at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: On a rainy day, no one wants to be outside. A double drabble.
Ianto scrubbed out the inside of the mug as he stared idly out his kitchen window. The skies outside were getting dark and grey, promising a long afternoon of storms and rain. So much for it only being early autumn, he thought.
Just when he thought the clouds outside couldn’t get any darker, a large swath of black obscured part of the window. Ianto set the mug down on the dish drainer and considered the new blackness. 'Where did you come from?' he said, addressing the black cat that had leapt up to perch on the brick windowsill outside. It peered back at him with bright green eyes before leaning down to inspect the corner of the window frame with its nose, looking for a way to get inside where Ianto was, even as the first fat droplets started to fall outside. It looked up at him again and gave him a judicious look.
‘I shouldn’t,’ he told it. ‘Jack’s in the study working and he’s allergic to cats. You’ll set him sneezing in no time.’
Mrow! The rain was getting heavier, as was Ianto’s sense of guilt.
‘Okay,’ he said, moving towards the door, ‘but don’t make a sound.’
Ianto scrubbed out the inside of the mug as he stared idly out his kitchen window. The skies outside were getting dark and grey, promising a long afternoon of storms and rain. So much for it only being early autumn, he thought.
Just when he thought the clouds outside couldn’t get any darker, a large swath of black obscured part of the window. Ianto set the mug down on the dish drainer and considered the new blackness. 'Where did you come from?' he said, addressing the black cat that had leapt up to perch on the brick windowsill outside. It peered back at him with bright green eyes before leaning down to inspect the corner of the window frame with its nose, looking for a way to get inside where Ianto was, even as the first fat droplets started to fall outside. It looked up at him again and gave him a judicious look.
‘I shouldn’t,’ he told it. ‘Jack’s in the study working and he’s allergic to cats. You’ll set him sneezing in no time.’
Mrow! The rain was getting heavier, as was Ianto’s sense of guilt.
‘Okay,’ he said, moving towards the door, ‘but don’t make a sound.’
