Scooter 2.7 - The Nature of Family

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Hmmm. Is that...a strange cat I see, blurred out in the banner? What ever could be the cause?
Welcome back to the Scooters, my friends. After the last few updates I think it'd be good to cleanse our aching souls, no?
 

 

Okay, sorry, I lied--just one last slap across the face, I swear.

Matangi: (sniffling slightly) Are you being a good boy for amma and appa, Cashew?

Cashew: (ghostly barking)

Matangi: Okay. Good boy. I knew you would.

 

Very, very slowly coming to grips with the fact that Josie just does not have Sebastian's chops when it comes to baking.

Josie: What do you mean I can't just order a cake and have it delivered to me? What kind of dystopia do we live in?

 

The cake is for a birthday, of course! And that would be Miss Randy's!

 

Randy has moved into the guest room full time.

And I decided that, well, I've already got a girl heir (spoiler alert lol) so I didn't feel the need to have another kid, especially what with this house only having two bedrooms. Coulda built one, didn't feel like it. Moving on!

 

Randy: Mayor Whiskers, why is it that you've always got a hat on?

Mayor Whiskers: (growling at the mere mention of his hat)

Randy: Hey, loud and clear, man. Loud and clear.

 

Country roooooooooooooooooooooaaaads
Take me hooooooooooooomeeeee
To a place
AH BELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWNGE

 

Josie and Mat have been spending a lot of time at the gym.

It is 100% because I think it's extremely aesthetically pleasing.

 

Randy: Appa? Have you got something...better for me to read?

Matangi: What's "better" to you, baby?

Randy: Something more...adult! Something less boring than whatever we're reading at school right now. I'm really tired of The Chronicles of Narnia!

Matangi: Randy, that series is a classic. You sure you don't wanna give it a chance?

Randy: I gave it plenty and it let me down. Give me that reading level 4 material or give me death.

 

Yes, I do the cooking, yes, I do the cleaning.

 

Randy: Waffle, don't you rat on me for tracking dog poop in the house. It's your own dang poop, after all.

Waffle: (whine?)

Randy: I go down, you go down. Try me, spotty boy.

 

It's business as usual at Brindleton Bay's only vet hospital. Slight wee cosmetic upgrades and a bigger break room later, it's more or less the same place.

I'm finding I can very easily run a vet clinic with one main vet (Mat) and a supplementary vet (Supriya). Granted, I think I have a mod in to help with that (I genuinely don't remember lol) but vet work isn't so bad. Not nearly as bad as a GTW doctor.

That being said, why the hell is my clinic hovering at 3 stars for EVER? Even by the time Mat had met his goal, he still rested on a 3-star rating. Y'all a tough crowd out here.

 

Randy: I know amma and appa want to get skinny but does that really mean that I, too, have to be tortured with salad? This is a travesty.

 

There's something incredibly cozy and warm about Josie and Mat's house, even (especially, even) in the dead of night when nobody's awake.

 

I moved Cashew's headstone out to the backyard and it's only now that Mat decides to go and mourn him autonomously? I guess idk there were routing issues where I last had him on the fireplace mantle.

Either way UGH I'M BIG SAD.

 

Winterfest has arrived in the Silva-Scooter household!

I don't personally think Josie is a Christian, so she doesn't do Christmas/Winterfest for religious reasons. Mostly just for aesthetic reasons. Also there are hella sales around this time. So why not?

 

Josie: Randy, love, there's plenty of space for you to hang that bulb on.

Randy: Yes, but plenty-of-space is not the perfect space for it. I has to be at least three centimetres equally distant from its neighbours!
 

 

Josie: Why, would you look at that. It's a very conveniently-placed mistletoe.

Matangi: (chuckles) I have to kiss you now, don't I?

Josie: Absolutely. Come here, doctor studly.
 

 

Now that Randy's old enough, dog walking duties have shifted over onto her every now and again.

Randy: Come on, Waffle! I wanna get a beavertail before they run out of the caramel chips!

 

Waffle: (Wish I could have a stinking beavertail. But noooo. Mom and don't want me to "get fat". [sad whine])

 

A lovely, icy-cold Brindleton Bay winter. I wish my Sims could skate on the frozen river, but alas.

 

Randy: Appa, have we got super glue?

Matangi: Sure do. What are ya working on, baby?

Randy: A diorama of Jupiter. But I want to do a textured surface, not just painted on. Hence, super glue.

Matangi: You sure do love space, don't you Randy?

Randy: What 9 year old girl doesn't?

Matangi: Hmm. I will answer that for you in 2 minutes. Be right back with that glue.

 

Matangi: ...and get this, my wife Josie has been talking about adopting another animal. A cat, this time.

Alexi Rodia: Well, I say, if you've got the space, there's nothing wrong with that.

Matangi: While that is true, I really do think the one cat is enough. (whispers) Mayor Whiskers only barely tolerates other animals.

Alexi: Hah. That sounds like my eldest daughter when my son was born. She tried to mail him to Greece to his yiayia.

Matangi: what

Alexi: Yep, that sure was a trip to the post office.

Matangi: what

 

I'm...so confused as to why there is a "shovel snow" interaction that literally just moves a pile of snow a square away.

And as to why Randy felt a powerful need to go and do this.

Randy: Look, I don't know either--I'm just a simple person with simple needs.

 

Josie/Randy: ...

Randy: Well, amma? It's your move.

Josie: Yeah, yeah... Gotta hand it to you, Randy--you're a killer at chess.

Randy: (sigh) I know. It's one of my greatest flaws. ...nobody at school wants to play with me.

Josie: Awww. Why is that, love?

Randy: Because they know I'd annihilate them, mother.

 

Matangi: Happy new year to uuuusss!

Josie: Happy new year...! To, you, and me...

Matangi: You and me.

Josie: ...and to Randy, and Waffle, and Mayor Whiskers...

Matangi: Yep, all the kids.

Josie: Aaaaaaand Cookie.

Matangi: ...Cookie?

Josie: Yep. Cookie. Our newest addition. (sips) Haha. Happy new year?

 

Yep, meet Cookie, the newest addition to the family. This is the last cute picture I took of him.

Because Cookie was a fucking mistake.

Here's Cookie in between aggressive hissing at Waffle.

Cookie: (hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssss!!!)

Waffle: (...what did I ever do to you?)

 

Cookie stomping directly into Randy's cereal.

Randy: Ew, get out of my bowl, cat.

Cookie: (flippant growl)

 

Cookie straight up beating the shit out of Mayor Whiskers.

Mayor Whiskers: (UNHAND ME NOW YOU CRETIN!!!!)

Cookie: (Death comes swiftly for you, bourgeois scum.)

 

Cookie literally always sleeping outside despite me buying a whole new cat bed for the bastard to sleep in.

Cookie: (dreaming softly about how to be an ever bigger asshole next time)

 

...and yet, Josie loves the little monster like her own son.

Josie: My sweet baby boy. You're a very good kitty, aren't you?

Cookie: (Yes...yes, fall for my adorable little face. It will be your downfall, human.)

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Sometimes family is a woman, her husband, their one child, and their small army of animals. That's valid. And jeez--can you believe this generation is drawing to a close? There are only a couple of chapters left! I'll see you guys next time!

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(okay. okay. as i tried to comment originally, dreamwidth went down for a minute. rude. homophobic. anyway, take 2)

randy obeying ornaments' three-centimeter social distancing guidelines, i see

also i love cookie already. OBSESSED with this bastard cat

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she's flattening the curve (of their tree, math queen shit)

CLOVER NO COOKIE WAS SO AWFUL PLS