Neko!Hamilton

"Laf and Herc meet John"

John grabbed at Alex as he saw the small man getting up. Sighing Hamilton informed the small cat that he was getting food. He watched as John rolled back into sleep, shaking his head.
How am I suppose to do this? They don't teach you this stuff in college.

Tired he began making food, ignoring the waves of sleep that tried to lure him back into bed with John (who had insisted on staying there). He decided something simple and without milk (if memory served, normal cats were lactose intolerant thus he didn't want to risk it on the cat). Blatantly clueless as to what he could and couldn't feed John he made some toast, placing some nutella on it (praying that John wasn't allergic to nuts). A/N well not all nuts 😉
Heading back up he placed the food on the bedside table and went back down to get his own. He wasn't sure how he intended to sort out his "situation" out. Of course he'd have to ring his boss and explain the bizarre experience - whether or not his boss would believe him was another matter entirely - as protocol said he'd have to stay off work for at least a week if he took in a child, married or took in a neko. He didn't understand why nekos were placed as a reason to be off work and intended to make the point to his boss to send any work he could do home at least. That had to count for something.

***

"So let me get this straight, Hamilton." His boss began after the tale Alexander had told. "Last night someone banged on your door and when you came down there was a box with a neko called John in there... Are you high?"
"No sir I'm serious. You know how much I work, why would I lie about this?"
"And where is this neko now?"
"Asle-"
"Aleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeex!" John jumped on top of Alex who dropped his phone, unable to tell his boss what was going on as John crushed his ribs.
Soon his boss grew tired and called him on Skype (which he'd left on auto pick up on his TV) and saw John trying to beg Alex for more food. "I stand corrected Hamilton. It appears there was at least a little bit of truth to your tale. Whether or not I believe all of it I'll have to think about... You say he was abandoned on your doorstep?"
"Yes sir." He wheezed out.
"You called any rescue centres or the police?"
"Not as of yet. I thought I should warn you first."
"I see... Well make sure to call them, it looks like he might be a handful and we don't want our star player restless because of... Well it."
"Er, sure Sir?"

With that his boss hung up, sighing Hamilton managed to turn awkwardly under John. Muttering "what the hell am I going to do with you?"

***

Alexander at least called the police as his boss asked, explaining the situation. Turns out this wasn't the first incident like this that had happened; nekos young and old were dumped onto people's doorsteps anywhere ranging between a week and a month, the older ones said some masked figure came up to them and offered them a kind loving master while the youngers tended not to know anything at all. Usually they were given to people who already had at least one neko but there were a few people had never owned any before getting them.
Somehow Alex wasn't too surprised but when asked what he was going to do he replied with uncertainty. He told them he was considering giving John to a rescue centre but it was evident in his voice he was unsure as not all of those places were filled with the nicest of people and abused nekos could get pretty violent according to Laf (who was once thought to be a stray and placed in there, safe to say Mulligan was seriously pissed off about that).

Once the call was over, Alexander collapsed onto the couch, feeling almost exhausted until John essentially straddled him (not that he knew how awkward it was as he was a pure little being).

"Aleeeeeeeeeeeeeeex!" He whined, rubbing himself on Hamilton (much to Alexander's irritation as it led to "another problem" and he knew John was subconsciously rubbing his scent on him cause it was possible he could smell Laf from the several occasions they'd hugged goodbye/hello). "I want to play something!"
Alex groaned (for two reasons). "John I don't have any cat toys because you were kinda unexpected and can you please stop moving around on my lap?"
"Oh okay." John hopped off and sat cross legged staring up at Hamilton innocently. "Can we go get some?"
"Er maybe. Look John I'm exhausted. I didn't get as much sleep as I did last night and I-"

At that moment, someone knocked on the door loudly. Sighing Hamilton told John to stay put and went off to see who was there.

"Mon ami!"
"Laf?! Herc?! What are you doing here?! You hardly eve-"
"Why weren't you at my party yesterday?"
"Laf I'm sorry I was finishing off some work and-"
"No excuse! I 'ad been planning it for months! Everyone from college was zere!"
"Even Jefferson?"
"Even Thomas."
"Merci mon Dieu I didn't go then."
Laf let out a dramatic gasp, but laughed slightly before pretending to scold. "'ow dare you diss my party because monsieur Jefferson was zere, you should be ashamed."
"Don't talk to Alex like that!"
"John?!" Hamilton cried surprised as John ran in hugging Alex protectively and hissing at Laf. "John calm down, we were joking."
"Er Lex? Who's that?" Herc pointed at John, unconsciously moving to protect Lafayette from this new feline.
"Laf and Herc meet John. He got abandoned on my doorstep last night and has become really clingy as you can tell."
"Aw! Mon pauvre petit chaton!"
"Oui, je sais." Alex patted John's head. "Boss let me off work for the week as protocol says so I guess I should get your advice on what to do here."
"You 'ave any toys for 'im?"
Hamilton shook his head still trying to calm the smaller cat down.
"ZEN WE ARE GOING TO ZE PET STORE!"
"Oh god." It was here Hamilton decided it was going to be a long day.