And I Built a Home, For You, For Me || one-shot

  And I Built a Home, For You, For Me

Summary:  They are an odd pair, the two small best friends.  A domestic house cat and a red fox – nothing else screams 'odd' more than that.

  Milo was taken from his mother at the young age of six weeks. He was taken from his mother, and brought to a strange place. He kind of liked it, for the time being. 

  The owners were a young couple who seemed to love him; kept him in a warm place for a couple weeks. He liked it, always being fed morning and night.  The food was great, always blended meats and vegetables – high class really. 

  He thought he was lucky at least, that the people who had taken him in had genuinely loved him and he thought he would have such a wonderful life with them. Being taken from his mother had really dampened the little gray kitten, but it ended up being all right. For a little while at least.

  Milo was startled awake one morning, the woman of the house wrapping her nimble fingers around his small body and lifting him from his plush bed.  He mewed in surprise, his eyes focusing on the woman's face.  His body lay limp in the woman's hands, just letting himself be carried to their destination.  Milo had not the slightest clue where the man of the house is, but he didn't worry, because the man had always been missing around the house a lot lately anyways.

  Milo was confused when the woman walked from the house and to her car, climbing into the driver side and placing him on the passenger seat where he sat up pretty.

  Milo didn't notice before, but the woman's face streaked wet and her hands gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white.

  He couldn't figure out what was going on.

  The woman pulled out of the driveway, Milo only noticing when he stumbled forward, nearly falling face first into to the seat.  He cried out a little and pouted as much as a kitten can pout.  He climbed up the door and looked out the window, watching as the houses whizzed by and slowly turned into trees that quickly became dense and tight together.  He sat confused, not knowing where the woman was taking him.  He meowed again and crawled over to the lady, only to be set back into his seat with a, "no baby" from his owner and his eyes blowing wide with shock.

  Milo sat back patiently, just waiting for whatever that was going to happen.  He thought maybe they were heading to the veterinary, or maybe the pet shop, but he didn't remember the trip ever being this long or the scenery to ever look like this. The kitten could not have been more confused than it ever was before. Nothing made sense to him; why his owner sat in the driver's side of the car crying and why she seemed so frustrated when he had made his way onto her lap. Nothing made sense.  And it was frustrating the small kitten.  Milo's eyes blew out before going back to a small dot and his eyelids began to droop.

  He woke up when the sound of gravel crunching underneath tires echoed throughout the car.  He pawed at his head and shook his little body awake, meowing to his owner to who had her head resting against the car steering wheel. The kitten walked over to her and pawed at her thigh.  She sighed and looked up, grabbing him and climbing from the car. Milo looked around at his surroundings, seeing that they seemed to be on a completely dead street, thick trees lining the road.  His tail twitched as his owner walked around the car and to the edge of the shrubs.

  "I'm so sorry," she whispered, placing a delicate kiss to Milo's head.  He meowed and pawed lightly at her face, his eyes flashing sadness as he watched her.  "I am really sorry I am doing this, I just... I hope you do alright."

  The woman placed Milo on the ground and stood up. He pawed the ground and mewled, not noticing the retreating woman. It was too late though, Milo looked up at the last moment when the woman peeled from the side of the road, leaving the tiny kitten, completely defenseless in the wilderness.