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Coming home after a long day of work, Swansea is exhausted. He’s too old for this.
Usually he walks in the house, and is greeted by his cat, his wife and his dog. It’s a simple routine, yes, but he adores it, though he’d never say it out loud.
But today was different. He opened the front door and walked into the house, to be greeted by no one. He called out for his wife, who then ran over, panicked.
“Kamilah! She’s gone! I’ve looked everywhere and I can't find her!”
His exhaustion goes away in an instant. His perfect little fur baby? Gone?
Oh hell no!
He grabs the dog's leash and goes to search outside, even the dog seems slightly panicked, sniffing around the ground, looking everywhere for his furry friend. The cat is so old, she could very easily hurt herself, and no one wants to risk that.
The dog continues sniffing, till it stops and stares at a house, then barks.
Swansea stops and looks at the house, it’s nothing special, just someone’s house. But with closer inspection…
That fatass cat is eating the pie they left on the windowsill.
“Kamilah!”
“Mow” is her reply, she gives him a look, then goes back to eating.
“What’s wrong with you?” he walks into the yard and snatches the cat, “fuck you doin’? Stealin’ someone’s fuckin’ pie”
“Mow”
“Ain’t like yer starved, bastard” shaking his head, he starts walking home. The dog follows happily, his friend is back!
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Goober yawns, he’s laying in a tree, watching the birds fly by with a lazy eye.
Anya had left the window open before she left for work, and the cat thought it’d be perfect to go out and sunbathe. As what’s better than sleeping next to a window? Well, being on the other side of the window of course!
He has no thoughts behind his eyes. All it is, is laze around.
The cat begins to groom his paw, still looking around at each and every bird or chipmunk that passes by, he’s just a lazy fellow, enjoying his time outside.
Sure, he lived outside before Anya got him, it’d be expected that he got his fill of having to hunt for his meals, running around constantly and almost getting hit by cars. But hey, he can never get tired of climbing up a real tree, he loves the cat trees, yes, but nothing beats the real deal.
Or at least he thought.
As then he sees Anya leave the house. He was too lazy to actually run off completely, he’s just in a tree right beside the house.
She looks upset, like she’s about to burst out in tears.
There is nothing worse than that! He watches for a moment, then rushes down the tree to see why on earth his human is so upset.
The moment she spots him she runs over, picking him up and hugging him like a vice, “oh my gosh” she mutters, rubbing her face against his fur, “don’t you dare do that again”
He starts purring, he will heal her and make her feel all better. Like cats do.
“I love you so much, I can’t lose you, okay?”
A few kisses on the cheek later and he’s back in the house, now curled up on his human’s lap. Now this is better than a tree.
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“Now this’ll get the ladies” Daisuke puts a harness onto Dude, then connects a leash to it. What better way to get girls than to walk your tiny, very cute kitten?
Well, he was sorta right.
Now he’s on his way home, it turns out ladies prefer petting the cat, calling the cat cute, kissing the cat, over doing that to the cat's owner! Lame!
Dude is running down the sidewalk, mewing happily. He just got much more attention than his owner did, and he has absolutely no idea why, but it’s not like he’ll complain about getting pets.
“Rubbing it in?”
Daisuke is kind of defeated, he thought for sure he’d charm the ladies by showing his adorable son. But nope, another failed attempt. He’s holding the leash rather lazily, Dude’s tiny anyway, it’s not like he’ll be able to pull the leash out of Daisuke’s hand.
“You’re too cute, Dude, I think I gotta stop dressing you up”
Dude stops in his tracks, turning and giving his owner a glare.
“Yeah, you’re right, that’s not happening”
A mew, then he goes back to walking. Happy they settled on an agreement there. He’d hate to argue with his owner, even though he knows he’d win.
But… Dude is a cat, and not everything cats do is cute. So the moment he saw a squirrel. He ran for it. The leash slips from Daisuke’s hand, and Dude climbs up a tree.
“Oh shit! Dude!” He runs to the tree.
Now, Dude is scared, shaking on a branch. He didn’t think this through. He looks down at his owner, mewing pitifully. Oh poor baby.
A small crowd comes by, looking at the scene. A small kitten in a tree, sadly meowing at his owner to help him.
Without much thought, Daisuke climbs the tree himself, when he grabs Dude, the kitten buries his head against Daisuke’s arm. Still shaking. The poor creature is horrified.
“It’s alright, daddy’s gotcha” he climbs down the tree and oh. Ladies.
They all look at him in awe, then begin to step forward.
For the savior?
“Ooh poor thing!” They all walk over and start petting and loving on Dude, telling him he’s okay. Not a single glance goes Daisuke’s way. Or well, one does.
Dude does not care about the ladies, he just tries to climb up his owner's chest, seeking comfort after such a scary moment.
Aw… his baby.
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Mix up! Oliver and Octavia!
When Curly got a knock on his door, he knew who it was immediately. Oliver got out again, which only means one thing.
Jimmy stands at the door, arms crossed,
“Where’s my fuckin’ cat?”
“Not a hard guess” Curly muses, trying to get Jimmy to smile, he doesn’t.
So they make their way to Curly’s backyard. Where, just as expected. Oliver is getting groomed by Octavia, the cat always seems to act motherly towards Oliver, which is sweet. But also annoying as she's sneaking away to find her adopted baby.
Both are purring loudly, Oliver’s laying on his back, gently smacking Octavia as she cleans his stomach and face.
Usually, when Curly randomly walks up to Oliver, he’ll get spooked. As well, he only has one eye, he can’t see very well. But, with Octavia it’s different. He must really see her as his mommy, as he never gets spooked when she’s around him.
Curly crouches down and goes to take Oliver away, but Octavia smacks his hand and hisses. Her baby.
“Oh don’t be a bitch” Jimmy steps over, “give him the damn thing, I got you a treat”
But Octavia acts uninterested, just continuing to groom the kitten.
“I got that canned wet food shit”
Now that catches her attention, she looks up right at him, wide eyes.
“You don’t give her that often? Oliver gets it daily”
“I can’t afford that shit all the time” he scoffs, “plus she gets the shits after, I don’t want to clean cat diarrhea all day”
“Oh, it must be a bad brand, Oliver gets-”
“Don’t start, your cat eats like a prissy prince” He turns to look at Octavia again, “let’s go, you want it, don’t you?”
Octavia picks Oliver up by the scruff and starts walking.
“Do not bring Curly’s cat!”
She gently places him down at Curly’s feet, then runs after Jimmy. She’s ready to eat.