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Kozume Kenma || Sick Cat

 Kenma didn't know what to do; his cat had never been injured before, especially not to the point where he was growling every time Kenma went to pet him or check on his injury. So, he did the only thing he could think of; he called the vet office that his cats get their shots at and asked for help. He explained his situation - told them why he couldn't bring the cat in himself, and after they received his address they promised for somebody to be there soon.

He spent the fifteen minutes waiting cleaning things up. He avoided the area next to the kitty litter box, where his cat was stationed, angrily watching Kenma whenever he stepped near him. He instead swept and picked up items strewn across his house because he couldn't keep himself still with his cat being injured.

When there was a knock at his door he opened it quickly, barely greeting the vet before leading her into his apartment. She barely introduced herself before he began rambling, explaining to the vet that he had no idea what happened, that it wasn't his fault, that he didn't mean for the cat to get out, and she had to interrupt him because she couldn't understand him.

"Hey," she said, smiling at him. Her hand met his shoulder, something Kenma usually would hate, but he found it comforting while he was border-lining a panic attack. "Just take some deep breaths, and tell me the name of the cat."

"His name is Clyde."

"Okay, can you tell me what happened? And take your time, don't rush or anything."

She knelt down to get closer to the cat, who looked up at her, a mean look on his face. (f/n) could tell how hurt he was by how angry he looked; she felt that he might bite her if she even reached out a bit.

"Umm, okay, so he got outside last night," Kenma started, trying to keep his voice even. "and he's never been out before - it's rules of the apartments. I stayed up all night trying to get him to come back inside, but he wouldn't come in."

Kenma paused, trying to think of how to word the next part of the explanation. "I figured he'd come back - there's nothing I could have done, really - and when I found him earlier today he was lying in front of the door and when I picked him up to carry him inside he started growling at me - which he never does. He hasn't moved since I set him down there. He tried to stand up but fell right over."

(f/n) nodded at that information and pulled a bag of cat treats out of the bag she'd set on the ground. "He's not allergic to anything right?"

Kenma shook his head no, and (f/n) proceeded in shaking the treat bag, which grabbed the cat's attention. It seemed to catch the attention of Kenma's other cat too, because she slowly walked her fat ass over to the woman with the bag, rubbing against her. Kenma moved to grab her, but (f/n) shook her head no to him.

"They get along, right?" she asked him, giving a few treats to either cat. Kenma nodded again. "Then he'll appreciate having her around. We'll just have to be careful because if this one tries to get too close and accidentally hurts him he could be mean."

Kenma knelt down beside her and let his hand go to pet the female cat beside (f/n). Clyde had finished his treats and (f/n) reached out to pet him carefully, which he allowed.

"He's usually a nice cat?" (f/n) asked in between cooing soft sentences to the cat in front of her.

"Yeah, he is the nicest cat I've ever met. When he started growling and hissing at me I was confused - he's never been like that towards anybody."

(f/n) nodded and started to softly push over the cat she had been petting. He complied - although a little annoyed - and flopped onto his side. (f/n) had a better view of his legs then and immediately found the problem.

"Here," she told Kenma, looking to him. He leaned forward immediately, hands on the floor in front of him. "This foot looks really swollen - it doesn't look broken, but it is larger than it should be. That's good, compared to what it could be. He'll just need a place to rest for two or three days. He won't move much at all from it, unless he is really determined to go into the living room or something. Do you have like a little cat bed?"

Kenma stood up to go grab it, returning with it in his hands. "Okay, you should place it in the safest and warmest room in the house. Probably in your bedroom is the best bet." (f/n) moved to see where he put it down and then handed him her bag. "Hold that please? I'm going to move your cat."

"Be careful," he said immediately, not into consideration that he was talking to a vet, who knew nothing more than being careful with animals. "I don't want him to hurt you or have him get hurt when you're picking him up."

(f/n) smiled and told him that she would be as careful as she possibly could, but explained that the cat would probably hurt a little from being moved. Kenma said that he understood, and then stepped back as to not be in (f/n)'s way.

She knelt down to him and picked him up the only way she could without touching his back right leg. It was a quick walk into Kenma's room, and she set him down in the cat bed, not at all fazed with how the cat had been growling at her.

"You want to go grab a small bowl of cat food and water? I'm gonna check him for any other injuries while I've already got him a little used to being poked at."

Kenma left to do as she asked, and (f/n) checked Clyde's other paws for injury. They were good beside a small scratch on his left back foot, which she put a little ointment on before calling it fine. The food and water bowls were set inside of the little bed, close enough to the cat so that he could eat and drink without having to move anything but his head.

The other cat smelled the set up and rubbed against Kenma's legs while she did so, confused at the change but accepting it immediately. It was a sign that the cats were comfortable with anything in the house, a good sign. (f/n) smiled up at Kenma before standing back up to her normal height, stretching her legs out a little.

"You've just gotta make sure he eats and stays hydrated and that he doesn't move much or try to play. He won't go use the bathroom - cats can hold it for quite some time. If you think he needs to use the bathroom you can carry him to the litter box, just make sure that you don't touch his leg while you are moving him. He shouldn't bite you, but he will probably growl and hiss."

While she was walking with Kenma to the door she pulled out a card from her coat pocket. "Call me if you need anything. Both my work and cell numbers are on there, just in case something happens at night and you need help but the office is closed. I'll come at any time of night if good ol' Clyde needs it."

She leaned down to pet the other cat at her feet before waving to Kenma. "Goodbye, Kenma."

Once she was gone Kenma looked down to the cat at his feet, nodding when she meowed up at him. "I know, Nugget," he said, even though the cat couldn't actually have said anything. "She did a good job with Clyde; I'm gonna make her your new doctor."

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Kenma is definitely going to be a crazy cat lady when he's older

I like to think that so Kenma and I can be one

This is dedicated to my cats bc they're the best