Tank Vs Cats! ^. .^ \ \)~

Tank vs Twiggy

(Twiggy is Angels old cat)

Tank sighed, they leaned into Sam's side as he talked to David. Angel in the other room cooeing at their cat who they had gotten back from Michael a few days ago, he couldn't afford to look after her anymore and David didn't mine a new "housemate".

Tank got up from Sam's side, feeling Sam's hand run along their back as they stood. They took his hand softly squeezing before letting it go and walking over to Angel who was getting smothered by Twiggy.

Twiggy layed on Angel's face, thick fur tickling Angel's nose making them let out a muffled giggle and kick their feet. Tank smirked at the sight and sat on the floor beside them. Angel gently grabbed Twiggy's sides and lifted her off their face.

"Oh!- shit, Hi Tank," Angel laughed not hearing Tank at all.

Tank huffed in response but smiled softly making Angel laugh more still holding up Twiggy who was carefully slinking her way out of Angels loose grip. She hoped away from Angel and up to Tank rubbing her face against their cheek on Tank's chin, rubbing up into them with a loud purr.

"She must like you!" Angel breathed out and sat up from the floor, "She didn't even come up to David right away."

Tank shrugged and moved their legs as Twiggy tried to climb onto them. They crossed their legs and Twiggy sat herself into their lap and looked up at Tank with bright eyes.

"Angel!" David called from the kitchen.

Angel shot up way faster then Tank had seen anyone get up and waltzed up to him. Tank chuckled as David got just as smothered by Angel then Twiggy had been to them moments before. Twiggy was currently still looking up at Tank her eyes closing ever so slightly as they pat her back.

Tank couldn't get any words out, it felt like their mouth was glued shut, as temping as it was to call Twiggy a good girl. Twiggy clearly did not mind the silence as she put her paws on Tanks chest and started to rub her face Into theirs. Tank hugged her and layed down on the wooden floor , she purred louder acting like a little serotonin engine to Tank as they held onto her gently.

They just hoped they wouldn't fall asleep, Aggro always made them tired cuddled together or just pawing at their hoodie from the top of Milo's couch, usually pawing at their shoulder or back like a little massage.

Tank groggily shifted alittle, they opened their eyes when they felt something soft under them. They wiped at one of their eyes and looked to the side seeing Sam talking on the phone in the hall, he seemed relaxed, though his expression looked annoyed meaning Vincent was doing something he wasn't supposed to or just told a really cheesy joke.

Their eyes trailed to the kitchen, the smell of pasta reaching their nose. David was cooking and Angel was sitting ontop the kitchen bench beside him licking at a wooden spoon with pasta sauce on it. They finally took in which part of the house they were in, and what the were on. They yawned and felt the lounge with their left hand, as soft as always, Smelling like David and Angel.

Angels sweet lemon smell Intertwining with David Fireplace smell. It was familiar to them and their shoulders relaxed alittle.

They went to sit up but stopped as a light pressure appeared on their head. Confused they reached their hand and touch at soft fur, they sighed alittle as soft purrs once again ran through their body and Twiggy was curled around their head.

They begun to pat Twiggy's head, closing their eyes once again maybe another nap wouldn't be to bad.