Anti was laying in a blanket nest in a chair that Jameson had made for him. It was so comfortable and fluffy and warm. How could he have resisted?
He had been snoozing most of the day, without a care in the world. Not even wondering how far along Marvin was with the potion. It had already been over a month since the incident.
Anti was making himself right at home.
Chase was looking a little more depressed than usual the last couple of days, Anti noticed. Whenever Chase walked in the room, he'd forget to pay Anti any attention. It sort of hurt Anti a little but he refused to seek out his love and attention first.
'Is he off loving on Sean's fucking cat instead of me?'
Marvin insisted that BB wasn't a threat to him but Anti was more and more unsure by the day.
Jameson was Anti's new favorite in the house. Henrik would pay Anti a little more attention and give him a treat here and there but Jameson did the most for him now since Chase was locked away in his own little world mumbling about his ex and whatnot.
Jackie still hated him, especially after him faking being hurt and puking on his mask. It took him forever to clean up his mess and wash out the stink of his puke.
Anti was very proud of himself.
But even Jackie wasn't in the house very much anymore, claiming he was busy doing hero work. Anti could sense he was lying, though.
What was Jackie REALLY up to?
Anti was curious. . . .
But not that curious.
Whenever Jackie came back home, they'd both share a glare at each other and Jackie would mumble something about him being fucking weird or a bad cat.
It still pissed Anti off.
'I'm not a bad cat'
He held a lot of resentment for the hero.
He wouldn't admit that his heart was a little broken that Jackie hated him so much.
But Jackie had started this war, not him.
Speak of the devil, Jackie walked in the living room and saw Anti on the chair in the bundle of blankets. Jackie crossed his arms and just gave Jameson a look, "Why is the cat in my chair?"
Jameson signed to him, 'You haven't been here for a while and you haven't sit in it for over a week. I just thought Anti would like it. He loves all the blankets.'
Jackie just glared at Anti, "I still don't like that we're calling it that. It's not Anti"
'Shows what you know' Anti thought to himself.
Jameson smiled, 'No, but it's the name that Marvin chose for him. I think it's cute'
"You think everything's cute, James." Jackie sighed and tapped on the chair, "Alright, your time in the chair is over. It's mine. Get up"
Anti wasn't budging.
Jackie growled, "Come on, cat. It's MY fucking chair. Now get UP"
Anti just growled in warning. He didn't want to move.
Jameson got up from his spot, 'Here, why don't you sit here instead?'
"No, this is MY chair and the cat can move and find somewhere else to lay it's fat ass on"
That did it.
Anti hissed at him.
Jackie snapped to glare at him, "Hey, watch it! I can still toss you out of here, cat! Get up before I make you!"
