*screamin* a hustle cat(Mason) fanfiction

chapter 4

           I unlock the door to my little apartment and lead Mason in. I close the door after her and lock it. When i turn around i cringe. I forgot to clean up today...and yesterday. I'm not too worried because Mason would really only judge me if I couldn't cook. Which, for the record, I can. 

           i take off my jacket and hang it on the little plastic hook hanging on the wall beside the door. When i turn on my heel i see that Mason had made herself at home atop my black love seat in the middle of the 'living room'. A smile creeps up on my lips. She looks so cute all curled up on top of my couch with her cat eyes closed. I guess she senses me staring at her and cracks an eye open.

"what?" she grumbles

"huh?" i zone back in, "oh, nothing. You just look super adorable right now." i throw myself onto my couch. 

she narrows her eyes at me, and lightly growls. 

"hey, if you can call me adorable, then i can call you cute." i defend myself and pat her head. she flattens her ears.

"fine" she huffs and sits on my lap. my face flushes a light pink. 

i reach for the T.V remote on my glass coffee table and turn to netflix

"ever seen American Horror Story before?" I say a little above a whisper

"nope" she shakes her head popping the 'p'

"well, you're about to." i smirk at her.

           A soft thing boops my nose. i groan and swat it away, turning my head. It smacks me this time.

"Lennox."  Mason growls, smacking my face with her paw again. i open my eyes and yawn

"what up?" i ask her sitting up.

"i need to go to work for prep. can you open your window?" she asks already sitting on the window sill.

"oh, sure." i nod and unlock the window. i slide it open just enough for her to jump out. 

"come by for lunch okay?" she...demands looking over her shoulder at me.

"alright. be careful."  i smile and wave at her.

she just nods at me. i close the window, not bothering to lock it.

          I throw my arms over my head and stretch, loudly yawning. My back pops a few times. i make my way to my bedroom and throw the door open. i slip my shoes off, because apparently i didn't do that, and fall onto my bed. I shimmy myself under the extremely soft, and inviting duvet. My head meets the pillow and i'm instantly out for the rest of the night...or morning.