This kitten won't go to space

[Matt_Bradock]

- Yep, it's a big old house, essentially - Matt replied with a snicker. It was adorable how naive Eris was, and how little she knew about the world, but also how quickly she figured out on her own still.
- Wait until you see it, then you can decide. - he grinned knowing how well he equipped the kitten nursery.
- Salmon, huh. I can get behind that. Nothing like a perfectly seasoned and roasted salmon steak - he nodded, even the thought was mouthwatering. Maybe he'd order the kitchen staff to prepare that for lunch.
The second question however hit home more than Matt expected, and he saw the telltale signs that he reached a sensitive topic. And then it arrived like a tornado, the tantrum, which made Matthew realise what he was suspecting, that Eris left something very important to her behind. Something beyond even his reach. Then he remembered the packed bag with her personal belongings.
- Eris, darling, calm down - he turned to har, and tried to grab both her wrists, to hold them down, not strapping them down again just yet.
- They packed a bag for you, it's in the back. I think your bunny's in there. - he hoped that was the case, but there was no guarantee. Still, he needed to bring this under control, hopefully without having to apply those restraints again.
- And you made me a promise too. - he reminded her, but only as a secondary notion. Then he glanced outside, trying to see how far they were from home. Still a couple minutes on the road.
- Once we arrive, we'll unpack and see if we find your bunny there. But please try to calm down for now, I don't want to tie your hands and feet down again.

[JustJoe]

Matthew was about to learn that parenting young children is a battle of wills which requires great patience. The response Eris would give him on the journey home was. "I want Bunny" and, when she released Matthew returning her the facility was her only recourse in the event Bunny was not in the packed case of her things, she insisted, "I want to go back."

The tantrum subsided but a sulleness stirred like a brooding storm in itself place, threatening to break into storm again at any moment.

They arrived at the mansion and Eris helped out of the car and to her feet. She was just a little too small climb in and out of the car by herself yet. She wiped her eyes with the crook of her arm, her light dress had no sleeves.
The surroundings were palatial, there was a lot to look at or to smell and she could hear birds chipping in the trees as well but she folded her arms grumpily, not letting herself be distracted whilst she was supposed to be worrying about Bunny.

In the shadow of the mansion itself, Erin had to crane her neck to look up at the eaves of it but she hid her wonderment with a scowl. Out of the corner of her very sharp eyes she spoted a porter open a door at the back of the car and retrieve a case. Her heart quickened. Her case? She couldn't see any other.

"I want Bunny." she demanded again, her vocabulary distinctly diminished or peehaps regressed, in the trauma of having forgotten her sentimental toy. With one hand she clung onto Matthew's sleeve, with the other she pointed at the porter and the bag.

[Matt_Bradock]

Patience is an often overlooked and undervalued virtue in finances, even though it saved him from losing big more than once. Greed and impatience not only ruined companies before, it ruined entire economies, and so Matt took an informal oath to keep his greed in check and his patience honed.
But probably even he had little idea that caring for a child can be the ultimate test for the latter.
Eris obviously wanted to go back for her bunny, and that obviously wasn't going to happen, so Matthew decided to ignore that demand, for now. Luckily, there came -some-distraction, as they arrived to the border of the Burnes family estate. First, an at least 2 centuries old gatehouse, with a Victorian stone arch, wrought iron gate, with modern-day automatic opening. Then, the estate itself, which was a 2-floor (plus basement and attic) C-shaped Victorian building, with all the ornaments and archways expected of one, and a typical roundabout driveway to the central main entrance. Matt personally went around and opened the door for Eris, to unbuckle her from her car seat and picked her up, now feeling the wetness of her nappy - along the fact she was indeed wearing one. More importantly, a housemaid and a porter immediately rushed out to see if their master had anything they could assist with. The porter, a young boy in his early twenties called Samuel, immediately grabbed the case from the trunk, and curiously looked at Matt, as well as the little neko girl in his arms.
- Take it up to the nursery, we'll unpack there. - and with that, he walked inside the building. The entry hall had a massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and split stairs leading to the upper floor as well as corridors stretching left and right to the 2 side wings of the estate. Matt, still holding Eris, walked upstairs right behind Sam, turned left onto the corridor, and at the end, walked into the room he opened, behind the heavy, ingrained solid oak door.

Inside, was the room he promised his kitten. A giant nursery, in its entirety covered with a dark purple carpet with a flower pattern, the walls painted pink with colorful paw prints up to the very ceiling. A cage bed big enough to serve as a playpen, and tall enough to open like a double door on the side, the bars all painted with the colors of the rainbow, and all covered with a lavender canopy to give it the shape of a fairy tale castle. A large round basket, full of plushies and dolls, and another filled solely with balls, different sizes and materials - yarn balls, soft plush balls with little rattles and bells inside, small bouncing rubber balls, large beach balls made of extra durable plastic to resist little claws and sharp kitten teeth, and so on.
And then, there was the kitten castle, pretty much a cat's playground oversized, with climbing frames, scratching posts, swingsets, bouncers, and even some hideouts sitting on top of meter and-a-half tall scratching posts.
The next piece of furniture was the changing table, with restraints for an unruly little kitten if needed, and 2 drawers under it with disposable diapers and changing supplies like a lotion developed specifically for nekos, baby powder and wipes.
Next to that, two armoires next to each other with drawers on the bottom, filled with baby-ish outfits. Onesies, footed jammies, dresses, rompers, nighties, swaddle wraps, leotards, tutus, swimsuits and colorsful, cutesy diaper covers. However, almost every single one of those were designed with locking zippers and snaps, making them impossible to take off by the wearer.

- And now let's see what's in that case. - Matt smiled, putting Eris down on her feet, and opened up the case, curious about its contents himself. What kind of clothe she had, and whether they included any restraints, for starters, was a telltale sign how serious her record of discobedience was. But also, the most important question - one he hoped to find a "yes" for an answer - was whether her stuffed bunny was in there. He could only hope.

[JustJoe]

Eris's new room was as big as the whole of the playroom she had shared with the four other girls, yet she knew the spectacular space was all for her because the words 'Eris's nursery' had been carefully painted in purple on the white three panel timber door they entered thrpugh.
Turning her head to scan every corner and spy every artifact that she would now have as hers alone to play with, Erin's bounced excitedly in Matt's arm. Her nappy crinkled vigorously and of course she was made conspicuously aware of the soggy padding as it squished against the Matt's hand where her held her under her bottom, her arms and legs wrapped around his shoulders and torso.
Like the other neko girls Eris was effectively as incontinent as a baby. She to wear nappies or she wouldn't be able to stop herself from soiling her clothes. The facility had simply choose never to potty train her and to quell her. The threoy being that if she was diaper dependant, she would therefore be dependant on her caregivers and thus loyal and obedient to them in exchange for taking care of her needs. Little had no idea it was not the norm for a girl her age to still be in nappies full time.

The young man carrying the case had proceeded them. Eris glared at him suspiciously. He himself was trying to maintain professional poise. He had never seen a girl with cat ears and a tail before though he knew the household had been expecting to adopt a young girl due to the months of preparations undertaken.

The case was opened at Matt's instruction.

"Bunny!" Eris squealed in delight. The soft brown toy wearing a simple white sundress (not wholly unlike how Eris was dressed) was lying limp at the top of a few arricles of neatly folded clothes. It was though the stuffed animal had simply taken a nap along the journey. Eris didn't wait for permission, she darted to the case with cat-like speed in a just a two powerful bounds of her slender but sinewed legs, and scooped the toy up cuddling her to her chest. Eris was all smiles now, the grumpy girl in the car abandoned.

[Matt_Bradock]

Eris didn't even try to hide her excitment seeing her new room, and Matthew was definitely satisfied with that. He personally picked every single piece of furniture, all the equipment and toys, only once consulting a kindergarden nurse and one of the housemaids on the actual colors.
However, at the moment, he was more interested about the case, most importantly, whether her favourite toy was packed - and after that, what kind of clothing they packed for her.
He sighed with relief when they both spotted the stuffed bunny in a dress not unlike the one Eris was wearing, and he let the little girl dart up and snatch it, amused by how quickly she actually moved, even with the soaked nappy. Which, by the way, had to be rectified.
- I'm glad you found your friend - he smiled, seeing her all happy and relaxed now, and shooed away the housestaff, deciding to remain alone with his newest acquisition.
- Now, how about I put you in a clean nappy, Eris? - he asked, but without expecting an answer, scooped her up and sat her down on the changing table.
- I think your dress is cute so you can keep it, but if you'd like to try on one of your new outfits, just tell me - Matt booped her on the nose playfully with a smile, and then laid her down on her back, puled her dress up and secured the waist strap to keep her on the changing table while still having her arms and legs free, as he gathered the supplies: a clean nappy, baby powder and wet wipes. He then untaped the wet nappy and removed it, folded it up and tossed it in the bin, then proceeded to clean her up before unfolding the clean diaper and slid it under her bum. He applied baby powder generously and folded it up between her legs, taping the sides up after putting her tail through the hole in the back. And after that, he remembered the rules, so he went to the underwear drawer and selected a poofy white diaper cover with pink frills, that went nicely with her dress, and put it on her - and then a tiny click was heard as he locked it on.
- There we go - he smiled, releasing the waist strap and pulling her in a big hug.
- So, you want to try a new outfit or you'd rather stay in this one? - he asked, after a little playful tickle on her waist.

[JustJoe]

Nappy changes were routine for the kitten girl, she didn't know any better. Normally she would have been entirely relaxed, even impatient whilst lain out on the changing table but being changed by Matthew was new for her. Eris a little shy, hiding her face behind her stuffed bunny while Matt wiped and powderd her behind.

Eris was always happy to be in a fresh nappy. She squeezed her thighs reactively. Fresh padding always gave her a bit of widened gait and slight waddle until the padding was wettened and drooped between her legs, though the swelling of a very wet nappy would then cause her to waddle even more like an unsteady toddler.

The ruffles of the plastic pants she had been locked in had the effect of pushing up her skirt at the rear. It was bit like the petticoats or chiffon layers she had sewn into some of her more eleborate dresses. The effect was that although her modesty dress concealed her nappy when viewed from the front, if she was to bend over, the seat of her plastic pants would be clearly visable. Not that Eris knew to be mindful of her modesty.

"I don't mind what I'm wearing. Would you like to see me in a new outfit?“ Eris responded. "You pick one."

The tickling made her giggle and helplessly incontinent as she was dribble a little bit into her freshly changed nappy.

[Matt_Bradock]

Matt was happy enough that despite him being pretty much still a stranger to Eris, the kitty-girl didn't put up much of a fuss during the nappy change, and only seemed to be a little shy instead of resisting, hiding her blushy face in her favourite bunny. This was far more favorable than having to strap her arms and feet down too, and overall he was satisfied with her behavior, so the hug was her reward at the end.
However, her seeming indifference to what she was wearing was indeed strange for Matt. He honestly didn't expect a little girl, whether she had cat ears and a tail or not, to give that answer.
- You really don't? - he asked back with audible disbelief, having stopped the tickling too.
- Oh come on, you must have a favourite color, or outfits you find preferrable or more comfortable than others. - that actually made him curious, and wanted to know more about Eris, and what she was used to.
- I'd like to know more about how your life was in that place. For instance, what kind of clothes were you and the other kittens wearing during the day and bedtime? - he asked with a smile, then looked around to make sure the door was closed and all the staff were gone, and sat down on one of the rugs to bring himself to eye level with his kitten.

[JustJoe]

There was lots of time for Matt to cuddle with Eris because she recounted her experience of how her and her sisters had been dressed in the facility in a slow and rambling manner, easily distracting herself and then having to backtrack.

There were 6 six kitten girls aged seven. A lot of their clothes were simply typical girls clothes for girls their size, brought in from off the racks. The intern who did the rounds of kids clothing stores never got to actually see the little girls they were buying clothes for and so there was an intentionally mix of all sorts of things.

Although none of the kitten girls had her own wardrobe so to speak, the nurses learned what they were comfortable wearing and so earmarked certain items of clothing for each of them from the communal lundary.

Astrae liked sparkly things. She always had a silver glittery hairband and way happy to be dressed in sequen shirts or dresses.

Athena liked owls. She would wear stripy tops with owls and black leggings or a plain blouse with denim skirt so long as it featured an applique owl. For specail occasions she wore a back dress with a polka dot pattern of little grey owls and white stars.

Cybelle was an unusual child who like to play at pretending to be animals. She was most comfortable in hoodie with floppy puppy ears. Otherwise she would settle for a cute animal print on a white tee-shirt and some jeans (obviously not the skinny kind, although the girls wore clothes sized for seven year old they still all needed room for their nappies.

Iris liked bright and colourful clothes but the more colours the better. Thus if the nurses tied her hair in ribbons, Iris would ask more and in all different colours so that her hair streamed with multicoloured ribbons like a rainbow. The nurses loved to dress the cute girl in bright yellow sun dresses or radient red sweater but the leggings which went with them would inevitably end up being a clashing colour.

Thalia liked to dress up and hoarded the attention of anyone who called her pretty. She was therefore the most likely of the kitten girls to be dressed up in frothy pink dresses as a fairy princess on any given day.

Lastly, Eris was contrary by nature. She didn't truly dislike any of her outfits but she would take her clothes off anyway just to cause havoc. This the nurses had taken precautions and a lot of the clothes sets given to Eris were lockable. Overalls were a particularly popular because then Eris could be dressed in any top and leggings combination, the secury bound by a single lock on just the overalls.

All the girl a mostly wore the same things there contemporaries were wearing outside the facility, they were lucky not to be resigned to hospital gowns. Nighttime wear was an exception. The girls had to be put in thick nappies when being readied for bed an so some pyjamas meant for girls their age simply didn't fit. As such the girls were dressed in custom made extra large onsies, footied pyjamas or nightgowns.

[Matt_Bradock]

Matt smiled through the whole lengthy recollection, seating the little kitten in his lap and petting her during the whole thing, partly because he was enjoying it, partly because he wanted her to feel comfortable. It was adorable, and very much like a human girl would have told the story, the same sidetracks, distractions, focusing on entirely different details because she had a completely different sense of what's important and what's not, compared to an adult.
It was just lovely, especially after so many frustrating board meetings and task reports.

- Well, kitty-cat, I think you gave me an idea - he spoke when she was done, giving her a little tickle on the sides to break her train of thought, and picked her up, before setting her down on the changing table again.
- Arms up, sweetie - he asked, taking her dress off, leaving her momentarily in just her nappy and the frilly locking diaper cover, while he went to the closet and picked out a romper, white with a strawberry print, that had a short puffy bottom part and short, puffy sleeves with lace trim around the collar and the arm and leg holes, and a back zipper that started above the tail hole and locked at the neck. He quickly dressed Eris in the cutesy outfit that was more befitting a kindergardener than a 7-year-old, and locked the zipper to make sure she didn't take it off on a whim.
- What do you think, sweetie? I think you're adorable - he added, and kissed her on the cheek before leading her to the mirror so she could see herself.

[JustJoe]

*next time I'll try to tell a story as Eris would. This time I was tired and lazy.

Left sitting in just her bulky nappy it was evident Eris was a scrawny little thing, her legs splayed in front of her and her hands flat against the plastic protected changing table cover, stick like arms bracing her slightly arched back. She was old enough to have lost the baby fat on her arms, legs and tummy but also not old enough to have started filling out again as adult curved started to develop. She was not worryingly skinny, it was normal for a young girl to look thin. The result was that her nappy looked enormous on her compared to a pudgy little baby, the romper she was dressed in was loose fitting and helped to stop her from looking overgrown for her garments.

Eris tugged in a figitful manner at the white patterned material between her thighs were the bulgde of the nappy she sat in pushed the crotch of her romper towards her tummy as she leaned forward to inspect the strawberry figures.

"Starwberries." Eris said aloud and smiled. Then she lifted her arms and raised her hands towards Matt, indicating that she wanted to be picked up off the changing table. Her tail and her bare legs hung limply as Matt held her under the arms and then her tail playfully swished once her feet were set upon the floor.

"I wanna play."

Then the little mischief demon in her her head turned a gear and Eris recalled her sister Athena bullying her on one occasion she'd been wearing a romper. Athena had pointed out that the baby dollies in the nursery wore rompers, not big girls. Eris retorted that babies also wear nappies, not big girls. At that point both girls had struggled to place themselves on the scale, where they babies or big girls? In reality they were something in between or maybe a mixture of both things at the same time. In anycase the girls hadn't been able to verbalise their emotions and a fight had ensued. Eris had withdrawn with a scratch on her arm and bigger sore regarding wearing romper suits.

She tugged at the back of the romper suit and discovered she couldn't pull it off.

"Mhmf." she whined, her expression becoming tearful.

"I wanna wear a skirt. Can I have a skirt?" Eris had learned that if she went to the dress up box and put a tutu over her romper then I would appear she was wearing a top and a skirt... At least until she bent over or sat on the floor.