Kitten Love (Purplephone)

Intruder

Vincent smelled different. So did the person who was invading their house. Scott stared at them, feeling confused as ever. Who was this person and why didn't Vince seem to care that he was there? It was almost as if he wanted the person to destroy Scott's plans with Vincent, though the only plans he had were curl up on the couch with him and annoy him until he gave Scott food.

Still, Vincent was ignoring Scott and the tom didn't like it. Vincent kept calling the other man "Adam" but Scott preferred Intruder. It fit him.

Scott tried to press up against Vincent and get his attention but it didn't seem to work. All his owner wanted to do was talk to Intruder. Scott looked at the other man. He wasn't as tall as Vincent but Scott still felt threatened, unlike what he felt when the short children in the park pet him. Scott kept his distance from Intruder, just to stay safe. He could try to hurt him in some way. That is until Vincent and him were on the couch together, leaving Scott alone on the floor.

The red tom's ears flattened and he licked his paw, pretending he didn't care that his owner was ignoring him. He tried not to listen to them talking and laughing. Scott snorted quietly, trying to keep his tail from fluffing up. Jealousy ran through him as he watched Intruder move into Vincent's arms. Scott hissed to himself before he jumped up onto the couch and padded up next to them. Vincent smiled and pet Scott's head. The cat purred and walked onto Vincent's lap, laying down and kneading at him softly.

Vincent smiled and pet behind his ears, cooing quietly in a gentle voice. Scott closed his eyes and purred loudly as Vincent did so, almost falling asleep before something pushed him away. Scott looked up to see Intruder and Vincent talking once more, this time much closer. Vincent's face was dusted with a soft pink color as he smirked. Scott watched their movements carefully.

Intruder's hands were twitching ever so slightly, fingers squirming together awkwardly. Vincent seemed relaxed and happy. Scott felt Intruder start to move even closer, soon making him claustrophobic. The red tom eventually jumped off his owner's lap. The two others didn't seem to notice, Intruder nervously moving towards the purple-haired man.

Scott felt yet another pang of envy as he watched their lips connect. When Vincent fell asleep with the bright box on, Scott would sometimes see two people doing this. He finally figured out that it was something driven by "love" as Vincent called it. The cat almost yearned to have this "love" with someone else. It seemed like it was a warm and secure feeling. He kept in a growl as he turned away from them, his tail flicking. He walked to his food bowl, seeing it sit empty in the middle of the floor where Vincent kept it.

A cold feeling gripped his chest as he laid down on the floor, trying to get some rest.

((I find this too cute.))