Tixo had always been a bit of a handful himself, but when he decided to take in a few orphaned Tabaxi kits, he realized he might have met his match. The kits were adorable, with their tiny claws, wide eyes, and endless curiosity. But they were also a whirlwind of energy and mischief that would test even the most patient of caretakers.
The chaos began almost immediately. The moment Tixo brought them into his home, they scattered in every direction. One kit, a little ball of striped fur, climbed up the curtains, tearing them in the process. Another had discovered the joys of knocking over every vase, book, and bauble in sight. The third, the smallest but no less spirited, had taken to hiding under furniture, pouncing on Tixo’s ankles whenever he passed by.
"Okay, okay, little ones, let's settle down," Tixo tried to coax them, but his usual charm was falling flat. The kits were far too enthralled with their new playground to listen.
As the hours passed, Tixo found himself growing more and more exhausted. He chased after the kits, tried to keep them out of trouble, and even attempted to entertain them with toys and stories. But their boundless energy never seemed to wane. They were into everything, from the cupboards to the drawers, even finding their way into Tixo's stash of catnip—which only made things worse.
By the time the evening rolled around, Tixo was ready to collapse. He had spent the better part of the day running after the kits, trying to prevent them from destroying everything in sight. His usually sleek fur was ruffled and unkempt, his nerves frayed.
Finally, he managed to gather the kits together in a pile of soft blankets. They were purring contentedly, their energy finally waning as they started to drift off to sleep. Tixo flopped down beside them, too tired to do anything else.
As he lay there, Tixo couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself. “You little ones are going to be the death of me,” he muttered, though there was a warmth in his tone. Despite the chaos, he couldn’t deny that the kits had wormed their way into his heart.
Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep himself, one of the kits—still half-asleep—climbed onto his chest and snuggled into him. Tixo sighed contentedly, wrapping a protective arm around the little one. He might be exhausted, but in that moment, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.
