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Daredevil Prompt Post #8

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Father Lanthom could to make out the cat in the carrier he caught a shine of reflective eyes but that was all. Matt's cat was shy then. As long as it didn't turn aggressive Lanthom had no issues blessing the cat this late in the day.

"Hello, Matthew." He greeted. Matthew turned to him, a smile on his face.

"Hello Father, I was afraid you wouldn't be here. I'm sorry for the lateness. I had some trouble getting Thurgood into her cage."

"Her?

"Yeah, Foggy was able to sex her."

"I would have thought you would have taken her to the veterinarian by now."

"I have been meaning too but I am very busy lately with my job and second job. She hasn't had any signs of sickness and her heart sounds great."

"As long as you do at some point." He replied, knowing the cat was Matt's first pet. Matt nodded and offered the carrier's occupants a treat. It was quickly snatched away.

"Now let us begin," Matt nodded and opened the carrier. Grey fur, a bushy tail, then the cat turned to face him. Lanthom took a moment to shake his head. No it did not change. The cat was not a cat.

"Matthew, that is not a cat. That is a raccoon." The raccoon stared at him with beady eyes and chittered at him. Matt looked annoyed at him.

"I see Foggy has gotten to you, Father." He said conspiratorially. "He's allergic to Thurgood."

"Matthew, I have no objections to your having a pet but that is a raccoon. You should know that to keep her healthy." Matt glared.

"She's a cat." Something about his expression told Lanthom that he would not convince Matthew of the fact. "Could we proceed with the blessing?"

"Yes, we could." The little raccoon did not like the blessing and kept squirming throughout the small ceremony. It went quickly and the raccoon bit Matthew once when he didn't place her down. Matthew winced but didn't seemed particularly concerned, maybe because the bite was not bleeding. Thurgood hissed at Lanthom when he approached and barred her teeth, even as a baby the thing had sharp teeth

"Thurgood!" Matt chastised. The little raccoon placed her hands over her eyes as Lanthom sprinkled the holy water on her. When it was done the raccoon when back into her cage. It made noises and Matthew gave her a treat. "Good, girl, Thurgood. See, it wasn't too bad."

"I am very much concerned with you keeping a raccoon. It is not due to your blindness but what if she were to fall ill? What if you were to be caught with her? I'm sure that it's illegal to keep them as pets."

"Cat."' That expression was back. Lanthom gave up. Lanthom did not offer Matthew coffee but watched the blind man leave with a content bound to his step. It would be such a shame when he would need to give the poor creature up. He had been in better spirits since he had taken in the orphaned animal.

Matt my sweet catholic dumpster son, of course you would get your cat blessed.
Couldn't even do it on the official 'pet bless-a-thon' day or hang around the nearby Starbucks hoping to run into an overeager novice. You are determined to plant yourself like a tree in the river of denial and tell reality, "no, you move"

That's beautiful

Also one time I was at Starbucks with a relative and this really old guy (presumably a priest who did not have Father Lanthom's gift of seemingly-limitless chill) pulled out some kind of magic priest necklace and tried to bless her service dog.

We didn't even know that was a thing. It was weird. Do you think Daredevil ever gets unsolicited offers to bless his billy clubs?

Oh Matt. Why dont you believe anyone?, Thurgood doesnt even meow Matt, What does that tell you?

Claire frowned as she entered the apartment. It was bright; the lights in all the living room and kitchen were on. Which was odd for several reasons. "Matt!" She called. There was no reply. Matt had said he was a few minutes away from his apartment when he had called. She wondered if anything had held him up. A thump came from the direction of the bedroom. She immediately went on alert. Of course he could be too injured to-

She stopped. She didn't see anything in the bedroom. She frowned and headed to be open bathroom door. Had he crawled in there? Had something hurt his hearing? Claire opened the door. A lit bathroom greeted her. The only thing she saw unusual was a piece of furniture that hadn't been there before. Some sort of ottoman with an opening at the bottom- something darted out of the hole and between her legs. Claire felt a tail brush her legs.

She let out an involuntary gasp. She turned and saw the thing slither under the bed. What was that? She didn't want to look under the bed. She went to the kitchen and looked in a small closet connected to it. She grabbed the broom in there and returned to the bedroom. She froze when she saw the thing move under the couch.

Without hesitation she swung the broom under the sofa. A small yelp and the thing scurried out of the sofa. She frowned. What the duck? The raccoon tried to move past her. She swung the broom and the thing yelped again and it ran to the bedroom.

Oh no way. She had a patient coming. She needed to be able to clean her hands. She needed to be able to get to the medical kit in the bathroom. She charged ahead and swung the broom at it until she could corral it in the broom closet.

Once it realized it was trapped it hissed and tried to bite her. It scratched her. Fuck. She closed the door the thing thumped against the door before falling silent. She went into the bathroom and cleaning her wound. Shit, it had pierced the skin. She would probably need a series of rabies shots.

The raccoon began to scratch at the closet door and chitter.

Matt came in several minutes later. He looked confused at something but was stopped from investigating the damn raccoon when she insisted on stitching his knife wounds (three instead of one, so he had gotten distracted).

“Claire, why did you lock Thurgood in the closet?”

"I found it in the bathroom. Managed to get it trapped in the closet. It scratched me and I think it might- Wait. Thurgood? You named it."

"How long has she been in there? I know you’re allergic to cats but-" He asked worried and headed to the closet.

"You know that’s not a cat right?" Matt ignored her and opened the closet. The little raccoon exited and darted up into Matt’s arms.

“Thurgood? Are you okay?” The little raccoon seem to be taking comfort in Matt. Matt looked reassured by this behavior. Then it bit him. “Damn!” He let the raccoon go. It ran into the bedroom.
Matt’s hand was bleeding. “That’s a first.”

"Matt, you’re bleeding.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” He snickered at his joke. “It’s fine, just hand me some alcohol.”

“Matt, raccoons can carry rabies-“

“Thurgood doesn’t have rabies and she’s vaccinated. Foggy took her to the vet a few weeks ago. She only bit me because you locked her in the closet!” He groused and worked on his hand. She helped him, he might not be helpless but it was still in Claire’s nature to help the injured.

“I didn’t know you had a *raccoon*. What did you expect?”

“Don’t call her that. And I told you I had a pet.”

“Matt-“

“I know what Thurgood is!” He snapped and Claire let it dropped. He paused. “How did you get her into the closet?”

“No wonder she bit me.” He sighed. “Thank you for your help, Claire but I think it’s best you need to leave. I appreciate your help but I’m sure you can understand why I don’t want you here anymore today.” Claire shook her head. She would need to see how she could gauge if Matt had hit his head one too many but decided he was right. He was in a bad mood and admitting to she had ‘mistreated’ his ‘cat’ hadn’t done it any better.

Claire exited and waited until she was back home to call Matt’s best friend.

“Nelson.” He groggily answered.

“Nelson, it’s Claire.” He groaned.

“Is Matt hurt again?”

“Yes but it’s not that. Do we need to talk about Thurgood?” He made a frustrated noise.

“I know about Thurgood.”

“She scratched me.”

“Yeah, she’ll do that. She’s vaccinated though, which let me tell you, it wasn’t easy to do. Do you have any idea how hard it was to find a vet that would look at a raccoon?” Claire sighed and decided to settle in for a long talk.

I love how in between all the dozens of varying-degrees-of-terrifying-slavery AU fills there is just this little story, where Matt is desperatly trying to adopt a raccoon.

I dunno, the Matt desperately deceiving himself echoes Opposite!Matt's approach to things, from the bits of those threads that I've caught. Also similar is how it's hurting those around him who just want to help.

(I'd feel better if I could read it like Matt trolling absolutely everyone, but I'm not actually seeing it that way. OR if we had any indication that the raccoon even likes Matt at all... Am I being a bad reader and missing things?)

Author here. I can assure you that the raccoon likes Matt but they make terrible pets. I looked them up for this. They bite a lot so it's not hating Matt just a little annoyed raccoon. It only made Matt bleed this last chapter since it felt threatened because of Claire. Apparently baby raccoons = awe. Adult raccoons = they will bite.

This is my quick research though. I have never had a pet raccoon. I'm sure there are exceptions like everything.

AYRT: Well, I'll take Word of the Author that the raccoon does actually like Matt. Thank you.

...Also that they're terrible pets.

No problem. Don't worry Matt is going to improve. Right now think of him as the person who loves the wolf cub they found. Now it's growing up and maybe, just maybe it wasn't the best decision but damn it they love them.

Also it's so totally not legal to keep a raccoon as a pet in NY

aw but Matt isn't going to care about that it being illegal in amongst everything else he does that's illegal, and he wouldn't mind a pet that bites (he'd be jealous, Matt would like to be able to go around biting people that annoyed him!)
he just needs lots of cat trees to keep him entertained

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2572043/Adorable-pet-RACCOON-taken-daily-walks-lead-just-like-dog.html

i love the story and Matt's it is a cat determination

NA seconded this story is hilarious and since i don't really kink on slave fic it is very welcome.

THURGOOD IS A CAT

I think Matt might need an intervention.

Anon who was complaining:

My favorite bits from this article?

The advice that raccoon owners "have to have eyes in the back of [their] head[s]" and the reminder that the raccoon has a mask (to help with their night vision). Oh, and also that they dig through the garbage. (Although I have more personal experience with that bit. I didn't have a pet raccoon at my last place, I just had a garbage-digging raccoon. Now I have a groundhog!)

...so maybe it is the perfect pet for Matt.

yesss, a racoon is the perfect pet for Matt. pets are like their owners so if Matt ever did get a cat it would probably turn into a racoon under the sheer force of Matt's reality-warping determination

Stick gave a disgusted sigh when his foot encountered another pet toy. The mild scent of litter and cat kibble let him know that Matt had a cat. Either that or he was cat sitting but there were just too many toys and beds for him to think the latter.

What had he told the boy about attachments and soft things? Where was the cat? He wondered. He could perhaps get rid of it (he wouldn't kill it as that would make things harder when he needed something from this former protege). He didn't hear anything. There was a small hear beat above him but nothing that sounded like a cat.

Stick snorted and went to get a beer from the fridge. (Still shit.). He sat down and on another damn toy. He threw it.

He needed to be former with the boy. So help him it was going to get Matt killed He finished the beer and used the lavatory. The litter box was hiding under a piece of furniture. He went to the fridge for another beer.

He found a can and threw it behind him. Damn cat food. A there, a can of beer (he was certain as soda was too sweet and syrup tasting for either of their tastes). He closed the fridge and thought of the ass whupping he was going- a can rattled.

Stick paused. What? That was the only clue he had before registered that the small heart beat from above was in the apartment and attacked to his leg. And biting.

He dropped the can, it exploded and the room began to smell like alcohol. Stick swung at the raccoon. It dodged him and nipped at one of his ankles. Damn it! That was his Achilles' tendon. His leg buckled. He tried to steady himself on his other leg but couldn't find purchase. Fuck, the beer!

He fell, swinging blindly at the chittering mass of fur. It attacked his head. Tiny teeth and claws digging into his scalp one minute then letting go and attacking another part of him. He managed to find purchase and stand. The raccoon did not attack him but headed up the stairs back up the room, the little fat bastard managed to get up there quicker than he would have thought.

Stick followed determined to keep the door closed (What was Matthew thinking if only on the fact that this was New York City? and Hells Kitchen, Stick did not want to kill some robbers when he needed Matt's assistance.) He paused. It was closed. The thing had gotten in through. He bent down, a little flap greeted him.

Right, Matt had a damn catflap-The raccoon lunged at him through the opening.

"SHIT!" he yelled as he fell backwards. The raccoon scurried back up to the roof and chittered. Stick left. He would bother Matt later.

Stick decided to save his ego and search for Matt that evening. He found Matt during his schtick as an asshole in the night. He was standing on a roof top, listening to the calls of the city, or whatever comic book phrasing he used.

"Stick." Matt growled.

"Matt. Get rid of that cat door. I got attacked by a rac-" Matt punched him. Well tried, more like it

"You scared Thurgood! And dropped a beer!I was wondering who was there. Then the damn beer."

"I was attacked by -"

"Thurgood, I know. She smells like you and your blood is there."

"Wait. What. That thing is yours?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you have cat toys?"

"Thurgood is my cat?"

"What?" Stick gave up.

This day was just too damn weird.

And that was saying something.

Ah, Stick. Of course you would be familiar with raccoon heartbeats.

I was worried for Thurgood at first, but once I read through and made sure he didn't hurt her, it was very enjoyable to go back and read about Stick being defeated by a combination of shitty beer and raccoons. I read it like 5 times, lovely mental images.

I lost it when Stick called Matt an asshole of the night.

Marci smiled as she and Foggy exited the restaurant. It had been a good night. She had won a hard case, they had had dinner at a nice restaurant and now were heading to her place for a very pleasant evening.

“Foggy, let’s take a taxi.” Marci pleaded as she pouted. It wasn’t really her style to play coy but it was fun to do it from time to time. Foggy laughed, knowing she was hamming it up.

“I don’t know, Marce. I mean, I am a poor sucker-“

“Mrrowwww.” Foggy paused. The noise had come from his pocket. Marci suddenly felt more sober and decidedly confused. “Mrroowww.” Foggy took out his phone. Sure enough. “Mrroowwww.” repeated at a louder volume. Marci gave him an odd look as she saw Murdock’s face appear, he had a stupid grin on his face. “Mrroowwww.” Foggy answered.

“Matt, how did you change the ring tone on my phone? You’re *blind*. I didn’t turn on the accessibility settings.” A reply. “I’m so firing Karen.” he winced as Murdock yelled, Marci could hear the tinny yell. “You know I actually wouldn’t fire Karen. What do you want? I’m busy- You need me to feed Thurgood? Matt, this isn’t a good time.” A brisk discussion and Foggy winced again. “Uh, let me see what I can do.”

Marci, by now, was irritated because seriously? Their mood was ruined because Murdock needed someone to feed his cat? (God had Marci heard enough about that cat from Foggy, more in annoyance than in affection. Poor Foggy Bear was allergic it turns out.)

“Right, Marci. Can I get a rain check?” She crossed her arms.

“Foggy Bear, tonight was supposed to be our night. I don’t want it ruined because you have to feed your codependent law partner’s pet.”

“We are not codependent.”

“I was honestly surprised you two moved apart after graduation. I lost a betting pool because of that.”

“What?” His face did a series of expression from bemused, to outraged, to just plain frustrated.

“We are not codependent. And when did you bet on us?”

“Foggy, the cat?”

“Let’s just stop by, let me feed her and we can go back to our date?”

“I’m coming up. It’s chilly. I’m not waiting in the cold while you feed a cat.”

“Feed and change their litter box.” Foggy said then his face did another funny thing. “Look, Thurgood is not exactly people friendly. Could I meet you at your place? I won’t take long.”

Marci gave him her ‘bitch, I will win and consume your soul.’ look, then one that tended to win her cases. “No, we’re going but you better be quick.” she replied. Foggy agreed. Their taxi ride over was silent and Foggy fidgeted. She killed any conversation he tried to start. Finally they were there and they went up the stairs.

Foggy entered, she heard movement and Foggy calling the cat, faintly through the ajar door. Matt’s neighbor’s door opened. An older women glared at her and closed the door. Right, forget that. Marci entered the apartment.

Foggy turned, looking alarmed. “Marci!” She paused. From his tone you would have thought she had caught him with another woman (not that they were exclusive but on the same night? It wouldn’t have ended well).

No, instead she saw a raccoon. A fully grown raccoon if she had to guess its age. Foggy sneezed. “Foggy, what the hell is that?”

“This is Thurgood.” the raccoon chattered, stared at her and hissed at her.

Marci glared. Oh hell, no. She wasn’t taking shit from what had to be the universe’s attempt at fucking with her. Because seriously, first she works for an evil law firm, the literal epitome of a corrupt and heartless corporate stereotype and now she was literally facing something on par with an urban legend. Seriously, was Murdock going to get a dog that turned out to be a giant rat instead of a Chihuahua or other runty dog?

“Thurgood!” The raccoon’s fur began to stand. Okay, she might not know anything about raccoons but it was a mammal. She knew very well enough what fur standing on a dog or cat meant. It was trying to intimidate her into leaving. It started giving a little bark when she didn’t back down.

Marci stood her ground and she pulled herself up to her full height. “Thurgood, I have helped bring down crime bosses. I’m not afraid of you.” Foggy sneezed as he tried to coax the thing away. It began to jump and down. (She? Foggy mentioned ‘her’ a few times in the past.) Marci took a step forward (which, looking back at it once she was fully sober, was probably a very stupid idea to do to a scared animal).

Thurgood gave a chitter and covered her eyes. Then she ran into Murdock’s bedroom. Marci looked in there. She caught sight of glowing eyes under the bed. Good. She turned to Foggy.

“Do what you have to do. We are leaving and you are going to make this evening up to me.” Foggy sneezed again and nodded. He sniffed. She wrinkled her nose and watched as he left kibble, checked a little fountain, and cleaned out the litter box quickly. In that time she also watched the apartment.

Matt had to know he didn’t have a cat but evidence suggested other wise. She counted two cat trees, at least six cat beds, and a scourge of toys. How the blind man maneuvered through this is a mystery but she didn’t care. She just wanted to leave.

Thurgood came out just as Foggy was washing his hands after throwing a tiny doggy bag into the main garbage can. Thurgood looked at her, made a noise and then went to her food bowl. Marci preened. The raccoon washed its food in the little fountain and seemed to keep an eye on her.

Murdock called her the following day to chastise her for scaring his ‘cat’. Marci didn’t bother correcting him. Foggy had explained that his partner was so up the river that arguing with him was useless.

She just cut him down for interrupting her date. Whatever Murdock had done last night must have tired him out because he wasn’t any fun at all to argue against. Summa Cum Laude? She doubted it if she hadn’t known him otherwise.

Instead she made a list on her mental tally:

Nelson and Murdock -2.

1) Fisk and 2)fur pile.

(She may still have been a bit drunk when he had called.)

You go, Marci! Don't take shit from anyone, not even a raccoon.
Jesus wept Foggy's gone from accepting this furry insanity to actively enabling it. He even calls Thurgood a cat in mixed company. You've joined the circus, foggy. You joined the circus

Marci's personality breaks through like a manolo heel to the face. The charming, the bitchy, the charmingly bitchy, and the boggling at Matt and Foggy's clusterfuck adventures. I love her

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Daredevil Prompt Post #8

2/? I did, I did see a putty tat (Humor: Matt gets a pet or the one where its clear he's blind)

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