A Day With 'Kit
Rated PG-13 (Wilykit says a bad word) he he he! There's also some sexual innuendo. Would you have it any other way?
By Thundercatroar
Authors Note: As most of my schlocky crap does,  this goes along with the "Darkslayer" universe. This story is dedicated to my mother Linda, and all the other good mothers/homemakers out there.  It's a thankless job, but a good, and the most important one in the world, if done right.
      Despite my potty mouth, dirty mind, and sagging morals, my mother did a great job.  I've not spent the night in jail at least.

WILYKIT FANS UNITE!

                       A Day With 'Kit

      Hi there, in case you didn't know, i'm Wilykit, ex-Thundercat and homemaker. It's a good job, but it is demanding. I suppose all of you think i'm insane to have given up my Thundercat nobility to marry a Jackalian, and help run a berbil fruit farm.  I can't say that I blame you, I never thought in a million years that I would be here either, but here I am, and you know what? I wouldn't change a thing.
      You probably think my life is pretty cut and dry, simple, well guess what? It isn't.  The challenges a homemaker, ANY homemaker faces on a given day is more challenging than a fight with the Lunatacs, Mumm-Ra, or the Plundarians. (I try not to say "mutant" around Brod and his friends, it hurts their feelings.)  I digress. Where was I? Oh, as I was saying to be short, being a wife and mom isn't easy, I took detailed notes of one of my days, this happens to be a really busy one.  When necessary, I have made explanations.
      I don't know why Thundercatroar thinks you would be interested in what I do in a given day when you can watch the Thundercats fight the forces of evil, and enjoy all kinds of palace intrigues, but I figured why not?  Nobody ever writes fan fiction about everyday Thunderians!  There's no explosions, but there's some bad smells, vomit, and gossip, that has to make up for it somehow. Enjoy!

5:30 a.m.
      I get up, i'm still sleepy, and Brod has been "grabby" all night.  Now don't take this the wrong way, I love my mate, and all of his "charms" but sometimes when a girl says she has a headache, she really has one. A train has to stop at some point!  If Brod really wanted to ignite my passion, he could give his kids a bath sometime, put them to bed, and let me have some "Wilykit" time.
      I do have to admit however, Brod does really try to help keep the house clean.  He'll also do some occasional laundry, but as Pumyra told me many times before, there's always room for complaints. But on the other hand, Brod is better than most!
       Brod works very hard in the fields, I try to help as much as possible, but I usually have a lot of work to do in the house.  The only real break I take everyday is thirty minutes to watch an afternoon telescreen play.  I know, it's a guilty pleasure.
       Thorn and Kammie are at the foot of the bed, if only Thorn knew what were in store for him today.  Brod didn't want Thorn to be altered, but I told him that it was the cat or him, to my surprise, Brod made the appointment himself.  It took me forever to get rid of the last three kittens from Kammie's litter. I'm glad Ardua took two of them, I can't believe Tyger named his Gingersnap.
      Maybe once Thorn has his operation, he will calm down, and stop trying to tear the house apart. You would be surprised at the destruction that a one hundred twenty pound cat is capable of.  Now we have two.
       The kids wanted to keep the rest of Kammie's kittens, they said that they would take care of them, but I knew how that would fly, they did for a week. The kids also have a fish, and a turtle from Third Earth that their Uncle Wilykat brought them.  I also take care of them. I still haven't properly thanked Wilykat for the turtle, but I can't think of a good trick to pull, i'm slipping.
 

5:30 to 6:00  Shower and other stuff. 'nuff said

6:00 Breakfast
      On a farm the biggest meal of the day is breakfast, well it is here, Brod will seldom eat a lot in the afternoon and night. When he was enslaved, the only time he was given anything to eat was in the morning, his body has gotten accustomed to this, so I try to fill him up in the mornings.
      I usually make the same thing everyday. Eggs, pancakes, meat fruit, toast and biscuits. I used to make him boiled brain everyday too but I quit, and now I fix it just once a week. Gods, I never eat it, it stinks up the house terribly, he would eat it morning noon and night if i'd cook it, unfortunately today is the day I make it.  The things we do for love.
      It will take me about an hour to make this mess, by then it will be seven, and time to wake the kids. That'll be fun, there's also "mother's coffee morning" at the school, sponsored by the TPA or Teacher Parent Association. I don't want to go, but i'll have to. Varna will be there, you will read about her later.

7:00  I Wake the kids especially the really big furry one, get them dressed and fed.
      What a surprise, Brod is up, although the smell of the cooking brains could wake the dead. Time for the kids.
      Keena pitched a conniption fit because the only shirt she had was a pink one and you're not supposed to wear pink on assembly days.  I scramble and find a blue shirt in her closet, and almost trip on a toy staff Cheetara gave her.
      Grrr! Kids. All the kids at Terya Elementary have this "thing" going when certain colors simply cannot be worn on certain days. Of course, I never went to a public school, I wouldn't have a clue.  I hoped Tark could dress himself without managing to look like a patchwork quilt.           I was wrong.

7:35 I finally get the kids dressed, big and small.
      Okay, it's obstacle time.  Every family has a child who is finicky. I have the great fortune of having two. Hooray.
       I manage to get them to eat by making their food into animal shapes, like toast butterflies, and "cat faces" with meat fruit strips for whiskers and ears, and eggs for eyes. Brod says I shouldn't spoil them, but he acts upset, disappointed not angry, if I don't do the same thing with his plate. Who is spoiled?  At least Brod will eat though. He'll eat anything!  He also hardly ever complains, if it weren't for certain biological markers, I would wonder if Brod is really a male.
      Thorn ambled down with Kammie, she isn't in season and  Thorn STILL, does the "guy" thing. I barely managed to pull him off Kammie's back before the kids saw.  I know that kids aren't dumb, Kids instinctually at a certain age knows where babies come from, and innocence dies young, especially on a farm.  I hate to admit it, but the kids have caught Brod and I in um, potentially compromising positions before, but Keena and Tark are nine, I want to keep them innocent as long as possible.  With telescreen the way it is now, that's a losing battle i'm afraid.

8:30
      Brod leaves for the orchards and fields, he is still feeling "frisky" and I have to pry him off, this time the kids are watching.  I kiss him goodbye and he leaves.  It is also time for me to take the kids to school.

8:56
      I arrive at Terya Elementary, home of the "Screamin' Wallies". I don't know if you have ever seen those kids play Thunderball, but it scares me, they're vicious.  I won't let Keena or Tark play, my children are sweet and civilized, they'd get eaten up, Brod and I would have to pay the medical expenses.
      I had to clean both kids' pockets out, and frisk them for toys, before I let them go to class. I felt like Mandora booking a perp. I got a teacher's note not too long ago telling me that they were in class playing when they should have been paying attention.  I had to ground them, but i've met their teacher, and I don't blame them, I think i'd learn best from him if I didn't pay attention to him either.
      I know that you know about mine and Wilykat's exploits, and that you might think i'm a hypocrite, but when you become a parent, you automatically have to be one.
      On to the mother's coffee morning, you'll like this. The Code of Thundera, Justice, Truth, Honor, Loyalty? Ha! It doesn't apply there!

9:20 Mother's coffee morning.
      I think if the Ancient Spirits of Evil really wanted to overthrow the forces of good and succeed, all they would have to do is kidnap the mother's coffee morning klatch and set them loose on an unsuspecting universe.  Everybody knows that there is nothing more evil than a group of women hopped up on caffeine, talking about their sex problems, soft pornography, aka. afternoon plays, and gossiping. Yes, i'm guilty too.
      Earlier I mentioned Varna, she's the head of the TPA fundraising department, of course when the work end of the fundraising comes around she can't be found.  Varna is also some muckety-muck in the Bobcat clan, but I don't know what.
      She works closely with the principal of the school.  If rumor is true, really close with the principal of the school.  She is supposedly so loose, her hip bones rattle when she walks.  I can't see it though, Gods, she's ugly.
       Varna thinks she's hot shit because she's the head of the TPA phone tree.  She doesn't realize that no one else wants the job. The phone tree is enacted in case of school closings, etc.. Varna makes a call to one person who makes a call to two, and so on, i'm at the bottom, which suits me fine, I don't want to talk to most of those women anyway.
     Before you think I may be snotty, I want you to know that I don't think i'm better than they are. They think they're better than I am. Yes, that's the truth, just because I love a Jackalian.  The real reason why I attend the mother's morning coffee is so they can't talk about their favorite topic. Me. It's sort of flattering really.
      I also think that they're jealous too.  I know all of the Thundercats personally, and I can pop into Cat's Lair anytime I want to, and stay as long as I like.  That kills them! That, and I am friends with the Empress and Crown Prince of Plundarr, well maybe not that,  even the Empress and the Prince themselves aren't too impressed with their titles.
   The thing that Varna did to tick me off at her for good, is that for weeks when Keena and Tark started school, she didn't ask me if they were adopted, or if they were someone else's kittens, which would have been fine.  No, not her, she kept trying to trip me up, and get me to divulge information about Brod and mine's relationship without asking directly.  She still tries to do it, even to this day, she had better talk to someone who is stupid!
      You know what the best thing about it is? She still doesn't know about Brod's ring, and it drives her nuts wondering how a Jackalian and a Thunderian could produce purely Thunderian offspring, or if they really are his. Ha! I love it!  Yes,I know it's mean. You couldn't resist either.  Anyway, Varna will be falsely polite, and speak, but she doesn't fool me, she's from the underworld.

10:00
      Freedom! Social duty done for another month.  I gratefully head home and start the task of cleaning house. Thorn meets with Dr. Ungalian at eleven-thirty, that gives me time to get a snow shovel and tidy up the kitten's room.
      Dr. Ungalian is really good looking, he actually looks a bit like Bengali did when he was younger, but instead of blue markings, his are grayish, and his eyes are a beautiful shade of green. Yes, I have a thing for tigers, I admit.  I remember when I was in the throes of adolescence, I had a crush on both Bengali AND Tygra at the same time!  I guess that's why I fell in love with that jerk Melik!  He was a tiger too.

10:13
       Snarf is definitely having his revenge.  I ought to make those two clean their room themselves. I caught myself wondering if Panthro would let me borrow the Thundertank. I need it to push all of the toys out of the way just to make a path to clean.

11:00
      What a mess, Keena had some sort of something sticky on her sheets, I don't even want to know what it was.  Tark spilled glue on the carpet, that will NEVER come out, at least he was honest and told me.
      Keena is a really good artist, you wouldn't believe how life like her drawings are, she could be a famous artist someday, evidently she is going to specialize in murals, because there was crayon all over the walls, and she's old enough to know better too!  I gotta hand it to the kid, though, the picture really looked like Cheetara and Tygra.  I should have taken a holo-picture of it, but Keena will think it's okay for her to do stuff like that. I warned her this time, it came off easy, but if she does it again.......

      I was really lucky to have had such kind guardians like Snarf, Cheetara and Tygra. The other Thundercats helped look after me and Wilykat too, but the first three, they always went far beyond what they had to, especially Snarf.
       Cheetara, Tygra, Bengali, and Pumyra have un officially made themselves Keena and Tark's surrogate grandparents, and I am really grateful to them for being so good to them. They actually ASK to look after them for me and Brod, that's a real rarity in this world, willing child care.
11:10
      I get so wrapped up cleaning the kids' room, I realize that I have just ten minutes to get Thorn to the vet.  I barely managed to get the cat in the car. Thorn knows when he goes on a ride that he is going to have something put into him, or something taken out.
      I dashed into the house and put on my wedding band, Dr. Ungalian likes to flirt, he's single, i'm not, but he tries anyway.  Again, kind of flattering, really.

11:27
       Thorn licks my neck the entire trip over to the vet, and then starts to whine, and paw at the windows when we arrive.  I felt bad for taking him to be fixed, but he claws me and I get over it quick.

11:30
     I arrive in time, but Thorn won't come out of the car, so I have to go inside and ask the vet for a sedative.

11:40
     I am covered with a film of cat slobber and blue purple hair.  The vet starts his flirting and I talk to him making outrageous hand movements hoping it will draw attention to my wedding band.
     It takes both me and the vet to haul Thorn into the office, the cat paws my tunic, pulls it down, and gives the doctor an unintentional show of cleavage.  I think Thorn did it on purpose. I scrambled to hike it up, at least Dr. Ungalian isn't as lecherous as I thought, he did look away, kind of.
     I'm glad Brod wasn't with me. I never let Brod go to the vet with me anymore, because the last time I did, Brod growled at Dr.Ungalian and laid his ears back.  Gods, how embarrassing!

12:14
      Home, Again, i'm ready for a nap, but it's time to make a small meal for Brod, and a few sandwiches for the field workers. I don't mind really, it just irks me to have to peel all of those bananas, and open all those jars of shredded pork everyday.
      As a rule, I prefer to feed the Monkians first, they get really cranky when they are hungry, and will fight, because their tempers flare easily. Monkians are high stress people. One of the things I learned, through my dealings with Ardua, is that if you groom a Monkian's hair they calm down quick, and it puts them in a stupor like condition. If you tick off a Monkian all you have to do is pet them, and you have a friend for life.  I guess that's why Ardua got so attached to me.
      The Jackalians are easy to get along with, all of them are sweet, and pretty loyal too. Since I am Brod's wife, they see me as their mother figure and they'll try to get as close to me as possible.  Evidentially the closer to my person I allow them to get, the better bond they have with me, placing them higher in their social circle, so I try to hug them all individually everyday.  Once I started doing that, the Jackalians quit fighting amongst themselves.
       The Reptilians, all you have to do is leave them alone, and they're okay, they don't eat everyday like the mammals do, they eat once every week and a half, the problem is that they have to have real meat.  Brod and I raise mice and rats for them. I watched a reptilian eat once, it was enough. They eat them alive!
       The Snarfs usually bring their own food.  I was surprised at how well everyone got along after a period of adjustment, Brod and I were afraid that we were going to have to wash blood off of the fruit before we shipped it.

1:21
      Almost time for "Trials and Tribulations". Today we find out if Jomalia's kittens are Tregar's or Argo's. Yubrixia is also getting out of her coma to find that her promised has married an ice Plundarian. I can't believe that Chilla is an afternoon play star. She tried out for the role in the show after her time was up on the island of "Way Out Back".  Cheetara is her biggest fan, they eat lunch together sometimes. Weird huh?   I holo-record every episode for Ardua, she would kill me if she knew I told you she watches and likes it.

2:00
   Kammie sits in the middle of the floor and licks her behind, I think about primitive Thunderians for a few moments and get ready to pick up my kittens.  It's the deepest though i've had all day, I think for a moment my mind is going to turn into pudding one day.

2:35
     I arrive back at school after a short stop at the grocery store. I had to fight the urge to tell the pushy traffic officer what I really think of him.  It's a part time job, and he acts like he's in Interplanetary Control. I would like to take the cigar that usually hags out of his mouth and grind it into his backside. I guess that's why our forefathers created the Code of Thundera, to protect people like him.  He never gives you a smile or a friendly nod, he just makes violent hand movements and blows his whistle while he directs traffic.
      Keena was the first to enter the car, she had paint all over her shirt, ironically it was pink.  Tark was awfully quiet, I wondered what was going to surface from that. I didn't see a note pinned on his shirt, and I started to worry about him being bullied again.  As I pulled out of the parking lot, I gave the crossing guard a look. A Guilty pleasure, I know.

2:45
      Tark finally told me that he accidentally wet his underpants on the playground, thankfully he had sense enough to pull them off, and place them in something leak proof, unfortunately it was his lunch box.  I washed that and convinced him that I wasn't angry, that I understood, and that I wouldn't tell anyone.

3:00
      I sent the kids upstairs after a snack, and tell them to do their homework, it's like telling Mumm-Ra not to be evil.  I finally had to hold dessert over their heads to make them do what I told them to do.

3:40
      I started supper.  Brod came in, and helped me.  I think about Varna and chuckle, Brod thought was laughing at him for some reason.

3:40-4:23
      Brod and I went to the barn and had it out.  He argues about something that has nothing to do with anything that has happened that day, to my knowledge. I used the famous "woman's recall" and dragged up everything that has happened in the past ten years. Brod stomped off, and I felt like a heel.

4:37-or so, when you're angry you loose track of time.
      I built up my courage and said i'm sorry, Brod tackles me, I pry him off, again, and go to the veterinarian's office to get Thorn.

5:00
      Thorn is not a happy camper. At least he didn't loose  his bowels like he did when we had a mattress spring removed from his gut.  That was a trip home i'll never forget.

5:20
      I get home a little later than expected, I had to stop and clean vomit off of the backseat of the car. It looks like despite my best efforts, Thorn managed to eat something before his operation. I'm not sure what it was but it looked like a Sandy-Tailed Bugee to me.
      I walk into the house, and I am pleasantly surprised, Brod had set the table and the kids were already clean, Brod even dished out supper.

6:11
      The kitchen was a mess.  It looked like a dirty dishware outlet had exploded in the kitchen. I cleaned it up, seethed, and tried to think of how nice supper was, as I wiped the vegetable fruit off of the wall.
6:23
      Brod sheepishly walks into the kitchen, and helps me finish, I smiled at him, and he knows all is forgiven.

6:40
      The kitchen is clean, and I sit down, and enjoy a few quiet minutes.  Thorn lies on the floor giving me pitiful looks.

7:00       Brod comes back downstairs after reading bedtime stories to the kids, and he gives me a kiss on the cheek, and I scratch his back. He gives me a "back massage", but everything but my back gets massaged.  We head towards the barn. We honeymooned in the hayloft while we built our house, it's nicer than you might think, it has all of the necessary amenities.

7:40-10:00 Brod and I "make-up" for the afternoon's argument. I feel in the interests of good taste I won't expound.

10:00
       Brod and I go back into the house, we find the kids downstairs playing with the cats, we shoo them back to bed again.

10:30
       Brod and I go to bed, he immediately falls asleep and yanks every stitch of blanket off of me, and I have to get a quilt to put over myself, he takes that too. I tug his fur wake him up, and take my quilt back. Eventually we fall asleep, thus preparing for another day.
                               The End