fiction; diaper, young
You’re just idly fur watching from a park bench when a little purple kitten toddles past holding its parent’s paw. Normally a smaller critter wouldn’t catch your eye for more than a second, especially with its glittery fur, but something about the little femme’s gait catches your attention.While at first you attribute its hesitant waddles to the diaper around its hips, clearly visible from under its pink gingham sundress, the toddler squats down just past your bench and whines.
Something subconsciously tells you to keep watching those now exposed Bluey Luvs instead of giving the oblivious kit some sense of privacy. More whines eking out its muzzle as the padding stretches around the obvious flared base of a toy under its tail as its body tries to expel the intruder.
The parent’s other paw gently pushing the plug back in before tugging the cat back along the path for their walk.