Kitty

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TW: Sexually Explicit Scene (towards the end) & mentions of Animal Abuse

The kitten was dirty and malnourished, and only about five weeks old.

"Who would do such a thing?" I say, heartbrokenly scrunching my eyebrows together. Jay explained that he found the little munchkin in a box by the side of the road. There weren't any other kittens with her, and she was definitely left to die. Jay brought her home and his mom is out getting food and dewormer for her right now.

She doesn't seem to have any fleas or ticks, which proves she's most likely been indoors till she was dumped.

"Poor thing," I say, stroking her soft baby fuzz that's now damp after her bath. We made sure to wash the dirt away and check for any injuries. There weren't any, thank goodness.

"Hey, um, Leo?" Jay says, looking like he's about to say something he might regret.

"Hmm?" I hum, gazing back down at the kitten.

"Don't you think she misses her mom?" He says, peeking over at me. Awww, he's so worried about her.

"Yeah, probably. She was separated really early from her." I say, sighing from how sad this whole situation is.

"Well, I was thinking, and... um," Jay stammers, which is usually unlike him. "Can't you just be a replacement mom until she's old enough?"

"What?" I spit out, staring at him. Wait, he might be right. Fuck. I don't like this.

He cowers on the corner of his bed, away from me. That is, before I shift into my cat form.

"Oh my god," he whispers, gazing at me, "It really was you."

Then I'm pulled into a very tight hug. I let out a strangled hiss, trying to remind him I'm here for the kitten, not hugs. He lets go immediately, petting my fur back into place. I've taught him well.

I hop off his lap, heading straight for the fluffball. I give her a quick sniff before curling around her and starting to groom her. Soon she's purring, her eyes shut and her body relaxed. Good. My hard work has paid off.

I stop grooming to let out a long cat sigh, glancing over at Jay lazily. He's watching me and the kitten in awe, and it seems he has snuck closer since I last saw him.

"Mrr?" I meow at him. He smiles, but it's not his usual easygoing one. It's more forced.

I make sure the kitten is asleep before getting up slowly and making my way over to Jay. I sit in front of him, waiting for him to tell me what's on his mind.

He begins to fidget a little, looking down at his lap and picking at his fingernail polish.

"So, um... I'm just gonna say it. I really like you, Leo. I know this is kinda weird cause I'm confessing to a fucking cat right now, but I probably wouldn't have the nerves to say it to your face. Um, so... yeah. If you don't wanna hang out with me anym-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because I smash our lips together. Not in my cat form of course. That'd be really weird.

When we separate for fresh air, I get my chance to confess too.

"I like you too, Jay," I say between breaths. "I'm not sure this was the best time to tell me though. We can't really do anything more with the kitten here."

He coughs, clearly embarrassed, and turns to look at the sleeping bundle of fur.

"Good point."

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Jay's mom made it back with the food and is definitely in love with the kitten. She got four different types of food. And a bed. And bowls for the food. And a cat tree. And she ran off with the kitten as soon as she came home, which is good news for Jay and I.