Anti took it upon himself to keep an eye on Henrik.
And that meant staying as close to him as possible.
He was currently laying on his back in Henrik's lap while he sat on the couch with his laptop.
Henrik was still upset over the loss of his experiments but he seemed to move on pretty quickly. Anti wanted to know what he was working with on the computer so this was his way of doing just that without raising suspicion.
For Henrik couldn't resist the cuteness that was Anti as a docile kitty.
Henrik typed with one hand on the computer and absent-mindedly rubbed Anti's fluffy belly with his other. Anti knew he was supposed to be watching the screen but he couldn't help but slowly fall asleep doing air biscuits and purring.
Marvin then walked in the room, looking busy with something, making Henrik stop petting Anti.
Anti made a noise but Henrik ignored it.
"Vhat is up with you, Marv? You've been agitated lately. Vhat have you been working on in your room?"
"Huh?" Marvin looked over at him and then down at Anti in his arms. He gave a small smile, "Oh uh . . . nothing much. Just a personal project is all. What have YOU been working on lately?"
Henrik cleared his throat, " . . . Nothing of importance."
"Huh . . . for someone who didn't really want the cat, you two seem pretty cozy"
Henrik shrugged a little, being careful not to jar Anti too much, "Eh, he's alright."
"Uh-huh" Marvin snickered and went into the kitchen.
Anti snuggled back into Henrik's arms comfortably and the doctor went back to petting him.
That is, until Jameson came running down the stairs. For someone that was mute, he could be so loud sometimes.
He ran to the bottom of the stairs with a big smile on his face and was signing something.
Henrik chuckled, "Yes, he seems like a very happy cat indeed"
Anti peeked his eyes open to see what Jameson was saying about him.
"Would it be alright if I took him off your hands? I've been working on something and I need him"
Henrik raised a brow, "You . .need zhe cat for something you've been working on? I'm confused"
"It's a secret!" Jameson grinned, "You'll all know later"
Henrik shrugged, knowing Jameson wouldn't harm the cat, "Alright, I guess. Good luck vith him. He's not exactly a good listener"
Jameson reached down to pick Anti up but he twirled around and gripped hard on Henrik's shirt, digging his claws in.
Henrik groaned, feeling his sharp claws dig through into his skin, "Jaysus fucking christ, just grab him, James!"
Jameson picked him up and Anti whined pathetically.
All he wanted to do was sleep around and eat. Was that too much to ask for?
But he didn't want to scratch or bite Jameson. He was always so nice to him.
Jameson held him close in his arms and ran upstairs with him to his room, shutting the door behind them.
He set the cat down on the bed and Anti immediately dreaded what was insinuated to come.
Apparently Jameson had been making pet clothes for him.
'Oh no' Anti's fur stood on end, 'This is gonna suck! No way! You can't make me put them on!'
