Tyke scraps

Scraps about the tykes, be they MojoDojo or Fitzroy!
==Donation==
Date/Timing: Q1 2022
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Blossom opens the dojo door, sticks her top half out. "You two need a crash pad tonight?"
"If it's not trouble," hedges Squirrel.
Sprite shuffles their feet.
"C'mon." Blossom beckons them inside—
Squirrel and Sprite squeeze past.
—locks up. "We've got couches and bedding, but we're a little short on food."
"'s'okay," says Squirrel. "We caught dinnie at the Center."
Sprite steps out of their shoes.
"Cool, cool."
Squirrel works on his laces.
"So, uh, what brings—whoa ...."
Sprite and Squirrel query.
"Where'd you get those socks? They're /amazing."
"Heh. The Center had a big buncha these last week. We scored a couple pairs each." Squirrel leads the way to the lounge.
"They're real wool," Sprite adds quietly.
"/Seriously?"
"They're warm and we can wash 'em in a sink." Squirrel shrugs. "That's all I need to know."
Sprite sighs, settles on the couch—
"Well, don't let Bubbles see 'em if you want to keep them."
—tucks their feet closer.
Blossom's mobile chirps.
"Shit. I gotta go. You two'll be okay?"
"We're cool," assures Squirrel, plunking down.
"I'll be back after midnight."
"Good luck," whispers Sprite.
"Thanks! Later, kids!" Blossom skips out.
==Gorgeous==
Please see "MojoDojo scraps". 
==Old Yellow==
Even the grumpiest stray tended to mellow out when treated with endless pats and cuddles, the exception being a cranky, yellow-eyed, shaggy pill of a cat who appeared for meals, hissed at anyone or anything within two meters, and stayed far, far away on top of a bookcase. 
So of course Old Yellow and Gorgeous become the best of friends. 
Blossom approaches the two of them a couple days after Gorgeous arrives. 
Gorgeous keeps combing out Old Yellow's fur, much to the cat's delight. 
"So, I have an office inside; it's got a big window and a straight run to the main door." 
Gorgeous keeps combing. 
"May we talk for minute? You can bring Cranky Pants." 
Old Yellow sniffs. 
A flicker of a smile; Gorgeous gathers up Old Yellow and the brush, and the three of them go inside. 
Blossom enters her office first, flops into her chair. "You don't have to close the door--it opens out--but you may want to."
Gorgeous does, leans against it, arms crossed around Old Yellow. 
"I'm guessing you don't want to go back 'from whence you came'." 
Gorgeous hugs Old Yellow a bit more tightly. 
"We do this thing here where, when the social worker comes around, we tell them that we /have seen you--we legally have to--but that we haven't seen you for a couple days. If there's a reason you shouldn't go back home, then the social worker and I have a chat, and then they, you, and I meet in neutral territory--like a coffee shop or something--and we hash out where you're going to stay." 
A minute nod. 
"Any reason why--" 
Gorgeous's pouring Old Yellow to the floor, and then she twists around, pulling the back of her shirt up over the mess of her skin.
Blossom swallows, says, "I'm going to have to take pictures, okay?" 
Gorgeous shrugs her hair out of the way. 
Blossom digs the camera and a new memory card from a drawer, a ruler from the pencil holder, and pushes herself over. 
Old Yellow glowers from the floor. 
Eight pictures later, "All done!" Blossom pushes herself back to the desk. 
Gorgeous pulls down her shirt, and scoops up Old Yellow. 
Blossom takes out the memory card, flicks up a marker. "I make hard copies for the social worker but the memory card stays in your folder." 
Gorgeous's gone back to petting Old Yellow. 
"How should I label it?" 
"M--Ellie." 
"'Ellie' it is."
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