Stray cats have a tendency of following people around when they want something, so when a pretty bird named Y/N flies into Lorenzo's life, he can't help but jump at the chance to use her. What he doesn't realize is that she knows how to play his gam...
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"Lori~"
"No, please, no," I mutter.
"Lori~"
"Go away!"
"Comeonout,Lori~"
"No!" Gasping for air, I shoot up from my sleeping position and frantically look around, my ears twitching atop my head. I relax when noise of the city fills them and sigh in relief as I bury my face in my hands while catching my breath. My teeth grit as a coarse growl roars in my throat when recalling my nightmare. It was awful, and that voice, that damn voice, why won't it just go away?! I flinch when a drop of something wet hits the back of my neck and gaze up at the grey clouds hanging overhead. I receive a second raindrop on the tip of my nose and quickly wipe it off with the back of my hand. I huff. I hate the rain.
"Another gloomy morning," I groan while standing up on the ledge I had slept on. I peer down at my feline friends, who try their best to seek shelter in the alleyway, using dumpsters and boxes to their disposal, but there isn't enough for everyone. I jump down and land gracefully on my feet, like always, regardless of the tall height of the building I was resting on. I gain their attention by approaching and speak in a loud enough voice for them all to hear as the drizzle rains down on us. "Follow me. I'll take you someplace dry."
I gain a few appreciative meows from the crowd as I lead the way to the only place I know will house everyone. Thankfully, the house isn't too far, but we're already drenched by the time we walk up to it. Still, the storm doesn't look like it'll be ending soon; in fact it's starting to rain harder. I peek in through a window and spot the bird on the couch, wrapped snugly in a blanket with Ginger at her side and a bowl of cereal in hand.
'Good, she's home.' I crack a smirk at the sight of her, my hidden tail wriggling with mischievous delight. I greatly enjoy bothering her, which is the only reason I'm happy to see her. Even if she wasn't home, I would've invited myself in anyway. I turn to my friends. "Wait out here a moment. I won't be long." They comply as I push up the window, glad to find it unlocked, and slip inside.
With her attention so focused on the television, she didn't even notice.
