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When Tord came home from work he was not expecting to see his boyfriend with a cat in the house, Tord could already feel is nose itching at the idea of the cat hair. "Why is there a cat in our house?" Tord asked, shrugging his coat off while refusing to take his eyes off the cat.
"You weren’t supposed to be home yet." Tom deadpanned, holding the cat against his chest.
"That doesn't answer my question." Tord groaned out as he walked over to Tom and the cat, leaning down to look at it then back at his boyfriend. "Where did it come from?"
Tom petted the top of the cats head, smiling widely when it purred and leaned into his hand in response. "Found him outside clawing at the door, so I let him in. I named him Gil, short for Gilbert."
Tord rubbed his nose, frowning at the name choice. "Ok- one, that's a stupid name; Two, he might belong to someone."
"Nope. I asked around, no one knows where he came from. Can we keep him? Tom looked over at his boyfriend with a pout, Tord never seen him so passionate about something. It was shockingly cute.
"Are you going to take care of him? I really don't like cats, you know this better than anyone." Tord cringed out, watching as the cat pranced around in Tom's lap.
"Duh, I'll even clean his litter box. I promise."
"Pinkie promise kiss on it?" Tord held out his pinkie finger in front of Tom, being dead serious.
Tom scoffed and intertwined their pinkies, bringing their hands to his lips. "Pinkie promise kissed on it, now can we keep him?"
"Yeah, but I'm not going to like him," Tord complained with a childish huff.
When a month passed and Tord was seen carrying the cat around the house like a baby and talking to him, Tom was not surprised at all.