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Bombay, Chapter 1

A while ago, I did a fic where Spock was a cat, Nine Lives. I don’t remember the exact date. It was so much fun I’ve been itching to do something sorta similar.

So, for the next several Fridays you can expect a new chapter of Bombay. Not sure how long it will be so it may go into months on here before there is a resolution. Once completed it will be proofed for errors and go on AO3. But that’s going to be a while, so for now the place to read Bombay will be here on Fridays.

This is an AU. You won’t see most of our usual friends in their accepted roles. But you will see most of them.

This isn’t exactly how Bombay looks but use your imagination! LOL

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Chapter One: A Companion

Spock had taken an apartment close to the Academy Campus where he worked full time as a professor.

Prior to his employment there, he’d served aboard a starship under Captain Pike, but after an injury to his left leg caused him to have a permanent limp, Spock had been retired from active duty.

For the most part he found his present position fulfilling. He kept in regular touch with his mother and had a small circle of friends he saw occasionally.

As most Vulcan children had been, Spock had been preliminarily bonded to another Vulcan child. Subsequently, T’Pring, the Vulcan female, had discovered her desire to bond with another and Spock had not objected to having their link dissolved. In any event, Spock had already come to the conclusion that he preferred males.

Despite his limp, which the leg itself only pained him on certain damp days, Spock chose to walk from Campus to home. The apartment itself was on the ground floor, to the left of the cactus garden area just as one passed the double entrance doors into the courtyard.

On this particular Wednesday, he had returned from teaching early as he only had morning classes and he felt slightly under the weather so he didn’t linger at his on-campus office.

Standing in front of his apartment door was a cat. It cried loudly on Spock’s approach.

The cat was mostly white but had orange patches on the top of his head and on his paws. And he had the most striking blue eyes on a cat Spock had ever seen.

“Hello there.”

The cat rubbed against Spock’s legs, purring. He lolled around the complex, guessing the cat belonged to one of the tenants there. He wasn’t sure which one.

“Go home to your caregiver, please, and do stay out of trouble.”

Spock went into his apartment and did not think further about the cat for several days.

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   It was on the very next Wednesday, perhaps an hour or two later, when Spock saw the cat again. What Spock saw was alarming.

The cat was outside the front of the apartment building and a man Spock did not know pulled back his leg and kicked the cat very hard, knocking the cat to the ground.

“Stop!” Spock yelled.

The man ignored Spock and kept on walking.

Spock was torn between pursuing the man and showing him what it would be like to be kicked by someone else and rendering aid to the likely injured feline. Spock’s concern for the cat won out and he approached the poor creature.

By now it had pulled itself to its feet and hidden behind shrubbery. Spock saw its big wide blue eyes staring fearfully at him.

“It is all right.” Spock crouched down. “I will not harm you. I promise.”

After a few more moments of hesitation, the cat came out and sniffed warily at Spock’s outstretched hand. He mewled.

Spock picked up the cat and stood. “I’m afraid it’s off to the veterinarian for you, my friend.”

He knew of one a block or so away and though he didn’t really relish the walk in the windy afternoon, he had no choice. He did not own a hover car and the cat needed to be seen.

About an hour later, a Dr. Chapel examined the cat.

“Well, the good news is he’d just a bit bruised and sore in the spot where the nasty man kicked him.”

“He? So the cat is a male.” Spock had not actually examined it that closely before taking it for care.

She smiled quizzically at him. “Isn’t he your cat?”

“Negative. I don’t actually know who he belongs to. He hangs around my building and I saw the man kick him. I suppose he must be microchipped.”

Dr. Chapel shook her head. “Surprisingly no. If you don’t know where he lives I guess I’ll have to get one of the girls here to watch him. I want to see how he reacts overnight and I’d like to give him some pain medication. Once he’s okay we’ll try to find his owner. If we can’t find them soon though he’s going to have to go to a shelter?”

Spock frowned. “If it is acceptable, I will take him home with me and can watch him. I am able to give him medicine. I can foster him until his caregiver is found.”

Her smile broadened. “That’s wonderful then. I’ll make sure to get you a care package of food, medicine, a litter box and litter of course. I’ll be back shortly.”

And she left Spock with the cat who was now sitting up looking at him curiously.

“I will need to call you something,” Spock said out loud. He recalled seeing a particular shade of blue in an alcohol one of his friends drank. Bombay Sapphire. “Bombay. I shall call you Bombay.”      

Random Things (September 04, 2022)

I decided to delete my tumblr account, so it’s gone. I’d been thinking of it for a while now and just hadn’t gotten around to it. I really don’t get anything from it anymore and those I used to like to see on there are gone themselves, so…it’s history. I had like 280 follows on there but most of them were inactive themselves. I am actually surprised it hasn’t shut down.

Going to sister’s later for a BBQ. Well, we intend to spend the day inside instead of out as we normally would. It’s going to be another 100 degree day. Think we are supposed to have 8 days in a row, which is not normal for us. By next weekend it’s back in the 80s, thankfully.

I’ve gotten Monday’s and Wednesday’s flashes up but still need to do Friday’s. Have no fear, I will get it done.

After posting chapter two of A Heart Needs a Second Chance (cheating Jim story) I had several requests to post again soon to it so for now I intend to keep going with that story. Expect chapter 3 up later this week.

Went to a Fleetwood Mac tribute concert last night. It was fun.

Don’t know if I mentioned this but Luna has jump anxiety. She seriously does. Anyway, I am sure I have told the story of having bought for the brat this luxurious soft cat bed some years back. She refused to go anywhere near it and kept her flat not luxurious cat bed. The nice one sits in the garage.

But recently I got her this scratching post thing that has a top part for the cat to make themselves comfortable (see picture with Luna in it)

She loves it. But cannot or will not jump into it because of that jump anxiety. So she has figured out how to ask us to pick her up and put her in it. Yes, she is incredibly spoiled. But I am thrilled she actually likes it!

Final July 2022 Rambles

Something Stupid is finished, hooray! I literally had to force myself to write the last chapter yesterday as I definitely wanted to procrastinate.

Normally if I was following my own spreadsheet I would be working on the next chapter of Our So Called Life. But since I am getting super close to being finished with The Ghost and Mr. Spock I have decided to skip the update on OSCL for now so I can have another story completed. When we last checked in with The Ghost and Mr. Spock, a magical Christine broke Jim’s curse and he was alive again. Should be an exciting update.

I’ll be getting ready to post the first chapter of cheating Jim after that.

In many parts of the US right now (and Europe too I believe) it’s boiling hot. So far where I live we have been quite lucky to have a regular, normal summer. Which for us in July is mid-to high 80s most days. It cools off into the 60s at night. August and September are usually our beastly months so I anticipate 90s and above for both of those months (we often go that high in October as well).

I’m gone again for a few days this week. Friday the 29th would have been Ma’s 96th birthday had she lived. We’re off to do one of her favorite things back when she was able, which is to go to a casino! HA. I’ll be masked up the whole time as I swear I am literally the last one who hasn’t gotten Covid around me. Should be fun. Fear not the last two Christmas in July stories are already written and ready to go live on their days.

As is the first three flashes for August. I think I have two of those left to go as they will appear each Monday.

This is a good thing as I have a bunch of stuff already planned for August too. Family barbecue August 6 (nieces, nephew, their families). Going overnight up the coast August 13th to one of our favorite restaurants that we haven’t been to in a million years called, Jocko’s in Nipomo, CA (a tiny little town in Santa Barbara County). They serve big thick steaks (this should clue you in that I am not a vegetarian ha). Then I will be gone a whole week to Vegas for the Star Trek Convention. BUSY BUSY August.

The overtime is coming to a close I think. I may have a few hours left of it but I think the worst of it is over. The extra money was nice and I will miss the money but not working all the extra time.

You didn’t get a lot of extra Christmas in July stories and I do apologize for that. But I do hope you liked the ones you did get. Those that follow this blog get exclusive access to those flashes as I won’t be posting them to AO3.

Here’s a picture of Luna lounging in her bed by the sliding glass door

Just Stuff

So I managed to not get Covid from my trip a while back to Pechanga so that’s a plus. But this weekend is my great niece’s 4th birthday party. My niece and her husband just moved back to So Cal from Nor Cal and they bought a very nice house in a place called Rancho Cucamonga. Anyway, it’s only family being invited but that thing is everywhere isn’t it?

M’s sister lives in ND and her husband just got diagnosed with it (not to be confused with M’s half sister who also lives in ND whose husband died of Covid in November). He’s miserable but mostly okay with his biggest complaint being his back pain from it. She has tested negative so far.

This is their cat, Mr. Kitty

Don’t be fooled by that cute face. He’s a serial killer of mice and rabbits.

Speaking of cats, here is ours, in her pampered pink blanket she loves

Tomorrow is the last flash for January (I know Monday is January but I explain that in tomorrow’s flash post).

Otherwise, we keep plugging along here. I don’t remember if I mentioned M being laid off last February (got a new job in June) but the old job asked M back you can believe it. It’s more money than the current job, but I have concerns and hope that taking that old job again is the right decision. But M wanted to.

I’m still working from home indefinitely which is the way I like it these days. Have an overnight trip planned in mid-Feb, and then a longer one in March and then relatives come for a visit in April over Easter. So much is going on!

In other exciting news, I may be going to the Star Trek convention this year in Vegas in August. It’s a long way off and anything can change including a certain Spock actor COULD cancel, but right now Quinto is scheduled to be there for the first time ever. Trying not to be too excited because as I said a lot can change in the many months until then.

My updates of current WIPS are going swimmingly and I know you’ve been enjoying them so I appreciate the support.

Until tomorrow!

Flash Fic, May 26, 2021

A bit of silliness from The Original Series, OMS

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The first one Spock allowed into their house, Jim hadn’t care that much. He’d known Spock liked them, though he would never admit it outright. Every time they had come across one, Spock ended up holding and petting them.

Once after they’d first married, Jim had suggested Spock adopt one. Their duties, though reduced, seemed to preclude that, so Spock had declined.

After Spock’s memories returned, after all the disaster of Khan and Genesis, Jim had brought it up again, but Spock had once more said no.

Therefore, Jim was mildly surprised when they retired to Riverside when one day Spock came into he house carrying a fluffy gray cat.

“That’s a cat,” Jim said, obviously.

“Indeed.”

“Well. Where did it come from?”

“I do not know the origins of these particular feline, but when I was out in the barn, she walked in.” Spock shrugged. “I believe it was her intent to adopt us.”

“Adopt us? Spock, she likely belongs to someone.”

But they checked and no one claimed her but Spock. Or as Spock had insisted, she claimed them.

The second one came home with Spock one day when he’d been at the store. Jim waited for his husband to say that the cat had followed him home, but Spock merely said that he saw the stray and picked him up.

The third and fourth were twin kittens Spock arrived home with some months later. By then, Jim had decided not to ask Spock where he got them. They made Spock happy and that was good enough for him. If they were, a bit, underfoot at times, well.

The fifth came one year right around Spock’s birthday and when Jim opened his mouth to protest, Spock coyly advised that this one was Jim’s birthday present to Spock. Since Jim had, in fact, forgotten Spock’s birthday, he closed his mouth.

There was a time or two when Jim broached the subject of a dog, but Spock pointed out that the cats probably would not welcome such a companion. Jim gave up that idea.

The moment he noticed a sixth cat, he counted them twice, Jim finally put his foot down.

“Spock, baby, you know I love you.”

“Yes, Jim.”

Jim smiled. “But maybe. Perhaps, a half a dozen cats is our limit.”

Spock pursed his lips. “Yes, perhaps.”

“I mean I know you have a particular fondness for—”

“Not over any particular creature, Jim,” Spock insisted.

“Er, right. Anyway, this should make our home quite full now.” He smiled again.

“However.”

Jim raised both brows. “However?”

Spock shifted awkwardly. “I was thinking that eight might be a more suitable number.”

Jim felt a headache building behind his eyes. “Eight, Mister Spock?”

Spock shrugged slightly. “It is only that they have already been acquired and are due to be delivered tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Yes, and since it is our anniversary—”

Jim frowned, thinking about it. Was it? He couldn’t quite recall. It was possible. He sighed.

“Very well. Uh. Happy anniversary, Spock. But that has to be the last.”

“Of course, Jim. Of course.”

Happy Halloween

Having a very small family gathering today. Halloween Tea with sandwiches, sweets, tea, festive. Should be fun. Then tonight I shall watch Halloween. We won’t get any trick or treaters due to the “strongly discouraged” proclamation from our County. We don’t really get any here anyway. Last year we had one and some years NONE.

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Sorta Walk With Me August and Sorta Ramblings

Don’t remember if I did a walk for August so anyway, thought I’d post a few pictures around my area I took.

The last few days haven’t been bad and it even got into the high 50s at night. But Labor Day Weekend predictions are absolutely beastly with 106 on Saturday. I keep praying they are wrong.

An ugly hazy sky
More ugly haze
The little fountain by my house
Another view of the fountain
Cool flower
Sister-in-law’s cat, Mr. Kitty

Tomorrow will be the last of the summer themed flashes. I am still not done with September. I have 5 left to go. To be honest I am struggling because I feel like I have done everything and it’s hard to come up with something different. But maybe I am overthinking it and you’ll be okay if it’s something I’ve written before, just as long as you can read about Jim and Spock.

Anyway hope everyone has a good week.

Rambles, January 16, 2020

Yesterday, I posted Chapter 11 of The Space in My Bed. I hope to have the final Chapter 12 up in the near future. I’ll be so happy to have another one finished. I am super excited by that prospect. I have new ideas to post, as you know (having done some sneak peeks) and I’d rather get a few more done before I do that.

Once that is all done I will turn my attention to an update for The Vulcan Who Fell to the Earth and Orchestral Maneuvers. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!

Tomorrow is a flash that pretty much continues from a flash we saw at the end of December. Now when they become an ongoing story I think they lose flash status but whatever. I might write more on this storyline so stay tuned.

It’s a three day weekend for me and M as both of our companies get Monday as a holiday (MLK). I am quite happy about this. Sunday night we are going to dinner with the family, so that will be nice, but I have no other concrete plans other than to sleep! This is my last official holiday until Memorial Day (M’s company gets Good Friday off).

In other news we are supposed to get rain tonight, so wish us luck with that, as we always need rain.

In the continuing saga of what a pain cats are, we got this new bed for Luna for Christmas. See it there, all fluffy and cozy? Yeah, that’s not the one she is lying in. She’s in her old stupid bed. She is AFRAID of the new one. She sneaks up on it like it will attack her. Sigh. Cats.

Ramblings, January 14, 2020

Here are some pictures from January including a very lazy cat.

January Trees
Different Colors of Leaves
Luna sleeping in

I’m behind schedule at the moment. I’ll throw something together to post as a flash for Friday but I haven’t done it yet.

Sunday I went to drop something off at the sister’s house and we got to doing some wine drinking and before I knew it I was three sheets to the wind. I didn’t barf, but Monday I woke with a bitch of a hangover. I even called out sick and pretty much spent the day vegging and watching youtube videos of which I am not proud. But it put me behind on updates.

Before I get to working on finishing The Space in My Bed, I will get that flash done.

Last week we saw Jumanji 2 and I quite liked it. Very cute and amusing. Tonight is Star Wars.

Still haven’t gotten back to normal food and financial wise after the holidays but I am working on it.

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