Cedric nods in approval, making sharp taps on the counter every time Howard adds the correct amount of an ingredient. Yes, good. Assuming Cedric remembers all of this correctly, it should be fine. It's not an exact science...more of a remedy to expel magic from the body.
He mewls and rolls in the flour to get away from Spot's mothering, but she'll have none of it. She traps the kitten between her paws and licks, ensuring that the little kitten is nice and clean.
You don't get to do that every day, do you?
When she finishes, Cedric rubs against her. It's an odd cat instinct---but he does love her and he hopes he'll see her again more normally soon. He does the same to Howard, crawling onto his hand and nuzzling his wrist. But that's not enough, is it?
With some effort, he works his way up Howard's shirt again and licks his chin. A kitty-kiss for luck, just in case. You're lucky he's doing this before the substance makes his breath foul, Howard.
Finally, he drops back to the counter and paces around the bowl a few times, sniffing, waiting. When he's convinced himself as much as he can that it's the right stuff, he looks up at Howard and nods. This is it, for better or worse.
He drinks. And it's terrible, just as expected. The little kitten forces himself to have his fill. It churns unpleasantly, but the effect will take a little longer to kick in, if it does. With that in mind, he hops back down to the floor and shivers, waiting.
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He mewls and rolls in the flour to get away from Spot's mothering, but she'll have none of it. She traps the kitten between her paws and licks, ensuring that the little kitten is nice and clean.
You don't get to do that every day, do you?
When she finishes, Cedric rubs against her. It's an odd cat instinct---but he does love her and he hopes he'll see her again more normally soon. He does the same to Howard, crawling onto his hand and nuzzling his wrist. But that's not enough, is it?
With some effort, he works his way up Howard's shirt again and licks his chin. A kitty-kiss for luck, just in case. You're lucky he's doing this before the substance makes his breath foul, Howard.
Finally, he drops back to the counter and paces around the bowl a few times, sniffing, waiting. When he's convinced himself as much as he can that it's the right stuff, he looks up at Howard and nods. This is it, for better or worse.
He drinks. And it's terrible, just as expected. The little kitten forces himself to have his fill. It churns unpleasantly, but the effect will take a little longer to kick in, if it does. With that in mind, he hops back down to the floor and shivers, waiting.