FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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"Uugghhh. Tarrant, what do you waaannttt?" I groan at him as he follows me around the suite.

"Your litter box is cleaned. You just took a nap on my chest. I just filled your water and food. What more do you want from me?"

Tarrant meows and walks in circles around his bowls. Using his nose, he bumps the food over.

"Really?" I deadpan. "We gonna fight. You just told me you were hungry. Why would you knock your food over?"

I grab the broom and start sweeping as he go to use to meow. I love him to death, I do. But he's giving me a headache.

"Oh my-. I'm calling your mom." I put the broom down and walk to the bedroom. "I'm calling Mommyyyy."

He follows me into the room and jumps onto my hand as I grab my phone. I sit down and jumps onto my lap. Putting his claws in my shirt, he pokes at my skin.

I'm unfazed at this point. He does this all the time.

I tap Malia's name under the favorites contacts and wait for her to answer.

"Hello?"

"I'm being abused." I hold the camera up for her to see.

She snickers quietly. "What's wrong with him? Why's he so fussy? What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. We woke up. He wanted to eat so I got him out some food and he knocked it over. It's all over the floor." I get up and show her and she blinks at me.

"He doesn't like that kind. Where's the other stuff I gave you?"

"The canned food? I'm out of it. This is all I have. When did he get a preference? He wasn't like this before we left."

"I told Xavier to only feed him the wet food because the hard one hurts his teeth."

She can't be serious.

"Malia." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "He's a cat. Their teeth can puncture skin and you're worried some damn food? He's young as hell. If the food hurt their teeth, they wouldn't make it for their age bracket. Or at all."

"Well, either way, he doesn't have to eat it if he doesn't want it."

"You're making him picky, Malia."

"I am not. He likes the wet food so we're giving him the wet food. I want him to have that one.

She's not gonna let this go. He's gonna be just like her. A spoiled brat.

"Okay. Well, I don't have any wet food. Soooo." I widen my eyes.

"I do." She puts the phone over her head to show me the three boxes of canned food. "I'll bring you some cans so you can feed him before the game."

"Alright. Thank you." I detach his claws from my shirt and hang up.

I toss my phone and hold Tarrant up. "I'm going to get ready for my game and by then, Mommy should be here with your food. Okay?"

Tarrant meows and blinks at me. I smile at the cat before kissing his head.

"I love you, little guy." I hold him against me as I get up. "I'm sorry I don't have the food you like but I'll get it from now on, okay?"

I grab the broom and sweep up his dry food before getting ready. I take a hot shower to loosen up my muscles and clear my mind.

I wash my hair, brush my teeth and make sure I'm not ashy.

By the time I'm finished and in my sweats and hoodie, Malia is at the door. I open it and she comes inside.

"Where's Tarrant?"