𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

in your house › c.b.

ever since you were six years old, you'd wanted a pet. you hadn't known that there were so many to choose from, and to be honest, it didn't concern you. you just wanted a little animal to have running around the house with you, cuddling at night with you, eating dinner with you.

the idea of a dog made you happy, but something about the creature didn't seem very appealing. perhaps it was the way that they were always energetic and jumping all over the place seemed to be their thing. 

by age seven, you'd learned what a spirit animal was. you had gotten completely obsessed with choosing spirit animals for people you know. and then you realized it - a cat. you wanted a cat. they were these graceful, beautiful, feline creatures that had always caught your eye. you just never noticed it.

for three years, you begged nonstop to your parents about a cat. it was all you wanted.

all your birthday wishes, christmas lists, and prizes for getting good grades were spent on convincing your parents to get you a cat. it was clear that it was starting to annoy them; they never stopped saying no, much to your dismay.

until when you were ten years old, your wishes had been granted.

god must've loved you because one night, your dad came home with an animal carrier in his hold. and inside the carrier was the most precious living thing you'd ever seen.

it was a small tuxedo cat with the purest green eyes ever. he was no bigger than your two hands, you could hold him in your palms. you could still remember how much joy you felt when you first held your new pet in your hands. when your dad told you what his name was, you were instantly disgusted. alex, or 'al' for short, was the worst name for a cat. 

so you changed it to 'newt'.

and newt had been good for the first few weeks. but you were never told what you had to do in order to actually take care of a cat. you were never told what a litter box was, you had no idea what catnip did, and, oh god, the claws.

as the years passed, newt became the bitchiest cat you'd ever met.

he'd been the sweetest and cutest kitten, but with more food and a better home, he turned into a fat, old, grumpy, lazy, and tired animal.

he was loving, nevertheless - he still loved to cuddle at night and he loved it when you pet his ears. but he was a bitch.

it was senior year, you were eighteen years old, lying on your bed with your computer screen in front of you. a youtube video played as you wrote down notes on world religions. newt rested in a curled up ball by your feet, enjoying the fresh breeze of spring air that came from your open window.

there was a tall tree next to your window, which made instagram pictures aesthetically perfect. the sunsets produced light that would sink through the frame of the tree, casting beautiful shadows into your room.

"(y/n)?" you heard a yell from downstairs.

"yeah?" you yelled back, rolling your eyes as you paused the video. world religions were harder than you would've thought, and you were doing your best to not fail your class right now. 

"can you please come down here?" your mother asked with a tone. and she wondered where you got it from.

you scoffed and pushed yourself up from your bed, leaving your notes and computer on the mattress as you walked into the kitchen. 

"what is it?" you asked, leaning against the counter. the smell of dinner instantly flew into your nostrils, forcing a sudden relaxed and happy feeling into your brain.

your mom gently closed the refrigerator door so her face was in view for you. "tuesday, next week, you have an appointment at the dentist." she simply said.