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When you first found the cat on the side of the road, it was a poor, tangled ball of fur. You noticed him, hearing his quiet pleas for help.
You leaned down, petting him on the head and cooing, asking what his name was. The cat seemed confused as to how you were communicating with him, but a soft smile made him trust you, nuzzling his head further into your hand. The poor thing was starving, you realized when it let out a quiet noise, telling you that he hadn’t eaten in days.
You picked the cat up, walking over to your door and back into your apartment. He was a rather quiet feline, but he seemed to like you. You ran a bath for him, much to his chagrin, and cleaned him up. You fed him whatever you could find that was fit enough for a cat.
he mostly stuck by you the whole time, it was sweet. He didn’t say much, but he seemed curious about you. He was a Siamese, usually called the most aggressive and territorial cats.
It wasn’t until Logan came home that you realized just how territorial this cat was.
He came home, draped in a large denim jacket, cigar hanging on his lips. He shrugged the jacket off, taking the cigar out his mouth and calling out your name.
You came practically running out to him, wrapping your arms around him, eliciting a chuckle from him. He wrapped his arms around you, a woody scent coming off from him. You pulled away, giving him a kiss, his hands going to slither down to your back.
“Missed me, huh?”
“Mhm.” You nodded, murmuring against his lips. He pulled away suddenly upon hearing a low growl, turning around the room, sniffing for what that noise was.
“Oh! I forgot. C’mere, peanut.” You spoke, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw the ball of brown and white fur come out from behind the couch, his ears pinned back and his fur raised up, hissing at logan.
“Peanut, what’s wrong?” You asked the cat, who let out a low growl. You furrowed your eyebrows.
“He said he just doesn’t like you.”
“Where the fuck did you get him from? The side of the road?” Logan sneered.
“Well… yeah.”
“Oh my god.” He sighed out. “He don’t got… fleas or nothing, right?”
You shook your head, “checked him.”
“Well why the fuck doesn’t he like me? I didn’t do shit to him.”
“Why don’t you like him?” You asked the cat, who let out a hiss again, backing up from Logan who scoffed at the cat.
You had to suppress a laugh when you explained. “He… marked his territory on me.” You let out a quiet laugh, covering your mouth.
“The fuck does that mean?”
“Cats… especially Siamese cats, are territorial about a lot of things. Their house, toys, food, and sometimes owners.” You explained to him with a shrug.
“I’m your boyfriend. I live with you. How the hell do I share a house with a cat that wants to murder me?” He spoke, going into the kitchen for a moment before walking back out with a bottle in his hand.
“He’ll get used to you.” You spoke with a small smile, turning to look at the cat who still had his back raised. You bent down, holding your hand out for it, peanut walking over to you, while still glaring at Logan.
Logan also let out a growl of his own at the cat, and you shook your head at the two, amused.
“You know what he reminds me of?” You asked logan quietly.
“You. He’s like a mini you.”
“He is not a mini me.” He argued. You turned to him, tilting your head to the side, looking at his tufts of hair and you just giggled.
“Mhm. Be nice, peanut.” You pat his head, standing up and leaning into Logan’s ear.
“He’s a mini you.”
He rolled his eyes, lightly shoving his shoulder and you off of him, you smiling and laughing. Him and the cat stared at each other, logan narrowing his eyes.
“Mini me, my ass.” He murmured out.
Days later, you find the both of them, claws out, pointed at each other. And then you find them staring each other down. Then, once he gets warmed up to Logan, he jumps into your bed, nuzzling his way in between the both of you, making logan jump and glance down, just to find the cat.
You ended up renaming him to logan junior.
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