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Feline Escapades of the Autocats – Getting know you, getting to like me

The newest members of the Autobots were very unusual. First, they were the tiniest recruits anyone had ever seen, second, they were organic, and third, they were named after Autobots.

One of the first things that happened was that the kittens like Blue, Flight, and Sandy all began to be called Blue kitty, Flight kitty, and Sandy kitty. With this addition there was less confusion of who one was talking about.

Prowler was the only kitten that was named after an Autobot that didn’t get the kitten added onto their name. Mostly because no one called Prowl ‘Prowler’ except Jazz, and maybe Springer, so there was little confusion there.

But figuring out what each of the felines was to be called was not enough. Many of the Autobots disliked or down right hated the fact that cats were in the Ark and would be calling at all hours of the day for Bluestreak and Flight to come and get them.

Though this didn’t last long; with Twostroke leading the way, the kittens set out to get each of the Autobots to accept and like them. And they had quite a bit of success, too… though in some cases they settled for the bots just tolerating them.

Amazingly, the kittens seemed to have a strategy about this. Certain cats would go to certain groups to get attention, food, or pettings. And it seemed that after each victory, the victorious cat would return to Prowler and meow. Jazz joked that this was their way of reporting in on a successful mission and after a while there were few bots who disagreed with the special ops officer.

Twostroke was responsible for almost all of the officers, but one of her first targets was Ratchet. Many times Twostroke or one of the other kittens would be found laying on top of or next to an injured mech while the mech was in the medbay. Ratchet wouldn’t tolerate this and would repeatedly make the kittens leave but they would just be back in a little later (no one was sure how they got into the med bay in the first place, however). Ratchet was eventually won over by a pair of green eyes; mind you he only let them in post ops. Though it was still a mystery how the kitties got into the med bay or any where else for that matter.

Flight kitty won over every Aeiralbot within earth minutes (though to this day Slingshot won’t admit it to anyone). Later, Silverbolt and Skydive told everyone that they felt like they would have been denying Fireflight himself. Air Raid also mentioned that one of the biggest reasons that the kitten reminded them of Flight was that he was very clumsy and very easy to distract, especially with shiny and/or dangly objects.

The Wreckers were also won over by Flight kitty, but Sandy kitty helped, too. The way Fireflight tells it both the kitties worked together, pestering each Wrecker till they got what they wanted, which was usually something for Flight kitty. It appeared that Sandy kitty was more like its namesake then just in coloring – anything Flight kitty wanted Sandy kitty got him. Sandstorm knew he would never hear the end of it, but tolerated all of it, if only because Fireflight absolutely adored all the kittens.

Blue kitty won over the twins. No one was there to see the victory, but when the twins stopped calling to have Blue kitty or Twostroke removed from their quarters and even started to stop to pet the kittens once in a while, it became evident that they accepted the cats. As long as Sunny’s paint job didn’t get scratched, that is, otherwise then the kittens made themselves very scarce.

Prowler was the one who won over its namesake by had imploring the time honored cat tradition of sitting on the material one was reading. The first time Springer caught them in the act, he snickered and said, “Well Prowl, looks like you finally found an assistant.”

The tactician looked at the triple-charger and asked, “What are you talking about?”

Springer pointed at Prowler, “The cat’s helping! Look, it’s reading the data pad for you.”

Prowl looked over at the kitten and saw that it did look like it was reading the data pad. As if sensing that it was being watched, the kitten turned and looked at the tactician. Flicking an ear, it meowed before turning back to looking at the data pad. Prowl started at the cat’s behavior before looking back at the triple-changer.

“Cats can’t read. So it is illogical to say it’s reading.”

Springer held in his laughter and replied, “I guess no one told Prowler… ‘Cause it looks like it’s reading. And I think it is.”

Prowl narrowed his optics and said, “That is an illogical statement and you are just trying to make me fritz, aren’t you?”

Springer said nothing and just smiled and waved. Before leaving the room he rubbed Prowler’s head, earning him a purr in response. Prowl noticed and shook his head at the display.

“You know that will just encourage him to interrupt more and keep us from our paperwork, right?” Asked Prowl, though he was not sure why he was talking to the cat.

Prowler looked at Prowl and meowed. Not sure what to make of that, Prowl turned back to the paperwork he could get to and decided he would ask Ratchet to check his logic circuits when he was done with these reports. There was no logical reason to be talking to the cat like it could respond to him. Meanwhile, said cat was purring in victory over having won over the tactician.

Bot after bot fell to the kittens, even the paranoid Red Alert (though it had taken all of the kittens working together to do it). Smokescreen and his associates had started a betting pool on which kitten would go after which bot, how they would do it, and how long it would take.

Off to the side, Bluestreak and Fireflight watched the kittens win over the Autobots and were relived. For the longest of times they had been afraid that something would come up that would make Prime order them to get rid of the kittens. But each bot that the kittens won over was one less bot they had to worry about wanting to get rid of the kittens. But there was still a remaining fear that Optimus would want to get rid of them.

This last fear was dismissed when Optimus walked into the rec-room with Twostroke on one shoulder, Blue kitty on the other, and Flight kitty sprawled on top of his head looking absolutely ridiculous as the cat did its best to try and hang on.

It appeared that it was safe to say that the Autocats, as they had been dubbed by Jazz and Sideswipe, were now officially safely accepted in their new home.

Bluestreak and Fireflight clink their cubes of energon together in a toast, for they both knew that with the new addition of the Autobots there was going to be a lot of new adventures and challenges in store.

One of the first was going to be figuring out why Sandy kitty had a fit any time Flight kitty was out of his sight for more than a minute….

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Feline Escapades of the Autocats – Getting know you, getting to like me

The newest members of the Autobots were very unusual. First, they were the tiniest recruits anyone had ever seen, second, they were organic, and third, they were named after Autobots.

One of the first things that happened was that the kittens like Blue, Flight, and Sandy all began to be called Blue kitty, Flight kitty, and Sandy kitty. With this addition there was less confusion of who one was talking about.

Prowler was the only kitten that was named after an Autobot that didn’t get the kitten added onto their name. Mostly because no one called Prowl ‘Prowler’ except Jazz, and maybe Springer, so there was little confusion there.

But figuring out what each of the felines was to be called was not enough. Many of the Autobots disliked or down right hated the fact that cats were in the Ark and would be calling at all hours of the day for Bluestreak and Flight to come and get them.

Though this didn’t last long; with Twostroke leading the way, the kittens set out to get each of the Autobots to accept and like them. And they had quite a bit of success, too… though in some cases they settled for the bots just tolerating them.

Amazingly, the kittens seemed to have a strategy about this. Certain cats would go to certain groups to get attention, food, or pettings. And it seemed that after each victory, the victorious cat would return to Prowler and meow. Jazz joked that this was their way of reporting in on a successful mission and after a while there were few bots who disagreed with the special ops officer.

Twostroke was responsible for almost all of the officers, but one of her first targets was Ratchet. Many times Twostroke or one of the other kittens would be found laying on top of or next to an injured mech while the mech was in the medbay. Ratchet wouldn’t tolerate this and would repeatedly make the kittens leave but they would just be back in a little later (no one was sure how they got into the med bay in the first place, however). Ratchet was eventually won over by a pair of green eyes; mind you he only let them in post ops. Though it was still a mystery how the kitties got into the med bay or any where else for that matter.

Flight kitty won over every Aeiralbot within earth minutes (though to this day Slingshot won’t admit it to anyone). Later, Silverbolt and Skydive told everyone that they felt like they would have been denying Fireflight himself. Air Raid also mentioned that one of the biggest reasons that the kitten reminded them of Flight was that he was very clumsy and very easy to distract, especially with shiny and/or dangly objects.

The Wreckers were also won over by Flight kitty, but Sandy kitty helped, too. The way Fireflight tells it both the kitties worked together, pestering each Wrecker till they got what they wanted, which was usually something for Flight kitty. It appeared that Sandy kitty was more like its namesake then just in coloring – anything Flight kitty wanted Sandy kitty got him. Sandstorm knew he would never hear the end of it, but tolerated all of it, if only because Fireflight absolutely adored all the kittens.

Blue kitty won over the twins. No one was there to see the victory, but when the twins stopped calling to have Blue kitty or Twostroke removed from their quarters and even started to stop to pet the kittens once in a while, it became evident that they accepted the cats. As long as Sunny’s paint job didn’t get scratched, that is, otherwise then the kittens made themselves very scarce.

Prowler was the one who won over its namesake by had imploring the time honored cat tradition of sitting on the material one was reading. The first time Springer caught them in the act, he snickered and said, “Well Prowl, looks like you finally found an assistant.”

The tactician looked at the triple-charger and asked, “What are you talking about?”

Springer pointed at Prowler, “The cat’s helping! Look, it’s reading the data pad for you.”

Prowl looked over at the kitten and saw that it did look like it was reading the data pad. As if sensing that it was being watched, the kitten turned and looked at the tactician. Flicking an ear, it meowed before turning back to looking at the data pad. Prowl started at the cat’s behavior before looking back at the triple-changer.

“Cats can’t read. So it is illogical to say it’s reading.”

Springer held in his laughter and replied, “I guess no one told Prowler… ‘Cause it looks like it’s reading. And I think it is.”

Prowl narrowed his optics and said, “That is an illogical statement and you are just trying to make me fritz, aren’t you?”

Springer said nothing and just smiled and waved. Before leaving the room he rubbed Prowler’s head, earning him a purr in response. Prowl noticed and shook his head at the display.

“You know that will just encourage him to interrupt more and keep us from our paperwork, right?” Asked Prowl, though he was not sure why he was talking to the cat.

Prowler looked at Prowl and meowed. Not sure what to make of that, Prowl turned back to the paperwork he could get to and decided he would ask Ratchet to check his logic circuits when he was done with these reports. There was no logical reason to be talking to the cat like it could respond to him. Meanwhile, said cat was purring in victory over having won over the tactician.

Bot after bot fell to the kittens, even the paranoid Red Alert (though it had taken all of the kittens working together to do it). Smokescreen and his associates had started a betting pool on which kitten would go after which bot, how they would do it, and how long it would take.

Off to the side, Bluestreak and Fireflight watched the kittens win over the Autobots and were relived. For the longest of times they had been afraid that something would come up that would make Prime order them to get rid of the kittens. But each bot that the kittens won over was one less bot they had to worry about wanting to get rid of the kittens. But there was still a remaining fear that Optimus would want to get rid of them.

This last fear was dismissed when Optimus walked into the rec-room with Twostroke on one shoulder, Blue kitty on the other, and Flight kitty sprawled on top of his head looking absolutely ridiculous as the cat did its best to try and hang on.

It appeared that it was safe to say that the Autocats, as they had been dubbed by Jazz and Sideswipe, were now officially safely accepted in their new home.

Bluestreak and Fireflight clink their cubes of energon together in a toast, for they both knew that with the new addition of the Autobots there was going to be a lot of new adventures and challenges in store.

One of the first was going to be figuring out why Sandy kitty had a fit any time Flight kitty was out of his sight for more than a minute….