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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴜᴀᴛʀᴏ

It feels like months or maybe even years since you've been at Mama Luna's place but in reality it's been maybe 1 week or 2.

God, watching this cat day by day is so boring..

You dragged your body to the shit smelling cat scratcher and let your body go limp onto the semi-hard cat bed.

Across from you was the pickles face stuffed in the food bowl

It was announced lunch time a while ago but you refused to eat cat food

The little puppy that had talked to you earlier was trying to bond with Pickles

You groaned and stuffed your face back onto the cat bed

"Oh! And Pickles this is my other best friend, Honey! "

you heard the little perrito say

"Again, I don't care and were not best friends" Pickles mumbled back

Ok Rude.. He's just a little puppy

You don't gotta be a huge ass about it

"Oh.. But anyway, your still a mystery to me, pickles. Whats your story? "

"My story? "

Pickles looked into the distance, dreaming of his old life

"What are we looking at? "

".. Is over.. "

"Oh no.. You wanna rub my belly?" Perrito lifted his sweater to reveal his swollen belly, full of stratches and scars

Dios mio

Whoever hurt this little saint is a prick

Pickles declined harshly and layed onto the cat bed

You went up to Perrito who looked like he didn't have a care in the world

He just seemed to look up to the cat,

Once he had noticed your presence he asked

"Do you wanna rub my belly, miss Honey, ma'am? "

Your eyes softened and you smiled softly

So polite..

Maybe if I ever have a child, I could keep perrito as my therapy dog to comfort me

Oh... I could only dream of that though...

"I would love to, mi pequeño santo "

.

....

It seemed the house of Mama Luna's cats calmed down and everyone was taking a nap

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