Discovered in the Wassail Bowl - 31st December — And a Gentle New Year by The Hag

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"Get off me, you great hairy lump!" Doyle snarled.

"Nowhere near you," Bodie called from the kitchen.

"Bloody Pollux... Not enough tripping me up and breaking my leg, now he has to jump all over it."

"Just showing he loves you." Bodie came in carrying two mugs of tea. "Only a pulled tendon, you know. Want a slosh of Glenlivet in this?"

"Feels like I broke my hip. Ta."

"Think of it as a New Year gift. We could have been stood gawping at the Heathrow departures with ten thousand other stranded sods."

"There's that," Doyle conceded, sipping his comforting beverage. "Oh, come on then, you bloody furry menace. Other side, damn it! Yes, I know you love me, just don't get under my feet!"

"Suppose you don't feel up to a bit of gentle New Year celebration?" Bodie asked hopefully. "Promise not to trip you up. Cats aren't the only ones who love you."

"Always the great big softie, you are. Give me a double and I'll see what I can manage."

Bodie reached for the bottle. "Not soft for long, sunshine," he promised. "Shove off, Pollux..."

Title: And a Gentle New Year
Author: The Hag
Slash or gen: Slash; Older Lads, Cats

Archive: Yes
Disclaimer: The usual not mine, just borrowing.