Diabolik Cat's (Reworked)

Pet Supplies [3]

-Shu's POV-

After finishing the last few bites of tuna, I sit back on my hind legs, licking my whiskers clean. The taste lingers on my tongue, far too fishy for my liking, but it's enough to satisfy the strange hunger that comes with this new form.
The Woman watches me with a soft smile, and I can sense her relief. There's something dark about knowing she's pleased with my minimal actions; it's strange. However strange and unexpected, the connection between us is beginning to grow on me.

She then lifts the dish up and moves to clean up the kitchen, and I leap back onto the couch. It's quickly becoming my favourite spot in this house, and the cushions are soft. I curl up, my tail wrapping around me, and close my eyes.

I hear loud bustling in the kitchen, which is aggravating, to say the least, but with nothing else to do, I drift off into a light doze. the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the windows, bathing me in a gentle glow allowing me to feel slight heat on my fur.

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-Reagan's POV-

As I finish tidying up the kitchen, I glance over to see Duck curled up on the couch, looking as content as ever. He's such a sleepy little creature. I never imagined getting so attached to a cat, but here we are.

With him sleeping, I realise Duck will need more than just a cosy couch and some tuna to keep him entertained. He's a cat, and he needs entertainment; maybe that's why he's sleeping so much.

"Alright, lazybones," I say softly, going over to the couch. He lifts his head slightly, one eye-opening to regard me with a look that's almost... annoyed. It makes me laugh. "I think it's time we get you some proper supplies. Toys, a new bed, maybe some treats that'll actually get you excited and get some energy in your bones."

I carefully pick him up from the couch, and he lets out a tiny, reluctant meow as if to protest the disruption of his nap. But there's no natural resistance, just a resigned acceptance as I carry him to the front door. His tiny body relaxes against me, and I can feel his soft purr vibrating through my arms. The way he leans into me makes my heart swell with a warmth I didn't know I could feel for a cat. 'such a cutie,' I think.

I reach into a drawer by the door and pull out an old dog leash, a remnant from some dog-walking gigs I used to do. It's a bit worn, but it'll work. Duck watches me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion as I approach him with the leash. The leash was one where it used a loop, not needing a collar to click it to. 'I need to get him a collar as well', I decide, not wanting him to get lost.

"Don't worry," I assure him, crouching down to his level. We're just going for a walk. I'm not a fan of cat carriers, and I'm guessing you wouldn't be either." I gently attach the leash, securing it around his small body. He looked at me with an expression somewhere between exasperation and resignation. He was not happy.

"You're going to be the coolest cat on the block," I tease, giving him a little scratch behind the ears. He huffs but doesn't resist as I scoop him up and head out the door.

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-Shu's POV-

Being leashed like a dog is... humiliating. There's no other way to put it. She's clearly trying her best, and that counts for something. I let out a small sigh, resigning myself to the situation as she carried me outside.

The world beyond the door is bright and loud, filled with unfamiliar sights and sounds. I'm not used to being this close to the ground, and every rustling leaf and distant car horn sends my senses into overdrive; I didn't know cats had it worse than vampires.

As we walk, I can't help but notice how many people stop to stare at us. A cat on a leash isn't exactly a common sight, and their curious glances only add to my embarrassment.
The woman chats with me as we walk, her voice soft and soothing. I barely listened to the words, more focused on the rhythm of her voice; it was relaxing.