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Entering John into the Puppy Bowl half-time show is a stroke of genius on Rodney’s part.
John’s as sly and pretty as a kitten as when he was human, all sleek black fur and bedroom eyes. He just barely fits in with the innocent tabbies and fuzzy folds, but that doesn’t stop him from making an instant friend and sauntering out onto the field like he owns it.
When “half-time” starts filming, Rodney tries not to take too much pleasure in the delighted look on John’s face as the confetti starts to fall, but he’s only human; it’s not every day you get to see the military commander of Atlantis romping around in paper confetti and bopping himself on the nose with dangling cat toys, aided by five other hyper kittens the size of Rodney’s forearm.
Half-time is energetic, if a little confusing. John is the most awkward of the bunch, predictably, and ends up falling off the raised platforms more often than he manages a successful smack at the jingling ball above his head. When that gets boring, John ambles up to a small gray cat with bright blue eyes and starts batting at its tail.
Rodney watches John flop over onto his furry side when the gray cat pushes him, his small kitty limbs arranged in a careless sprawl that’s only made more hysterical by the slinky, stripper-esque music playing in the background. Rodney prays to god John won’t remember this when he changes back in a week.
If only so Rodney can see his face when he finds the video.
John’s as sly and pretty as a kitten as when he was human, all sleek black fur and bedroom eyes. He just barely fits in with the innocent tabbies and fuzzy folds, but that doesn’t stop him from making an instant friend and sauntering out onto the field like he owns it.
When “half-time” starts filming, Rodney tries not to take too much pleasure in the delighted look on John’s face as the confetti starts to fall, but he’s only human; it’s not every day you get to see the military commander of Atlantis romping around in paper confetti and bopping himself on the nose with dangling cat toys, aided by five other hyper kittens the size of Rodney’s forearm.
Half-time is energetic, if a little confusing. John is the most awkward of the bunch, predictably, and ends up falling off the raised platforms more often than he manages a successful smack at the jingling ball above his head. When that gets boring, John ambles up to a small gray cat with bright blue eyes and starts batting at its tail.
Rodney watches John flop over onto his furry side when the gray cat pushes him, his small kitty limbs arranged in a careless sprawl that’s only made more hysterical by the slinky, stripper-esque music playing in the background. Rodney prays to god John won’t remember this when he changes back in a week.
If only so Rodney can see his face when he finds the video.
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peeeeek.
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:> ok done now i swears.
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