Pretty Kitty - Slumptacion

[seven] rakim the cat whisperer

You'd think that after nearly getting his face shredded, Rakim would want to stay as far away from X as he could.

Nope. For the following week, he's been over more frequently. During those visits, he always brings something new for the feline. First it was a new toy, then he brought over some treats, and earlier this morning he actually bought X a sweater and some little socks for him to wear.

And this has been going on for five days now. X happily accepted the toys and treats but I haven't bothered with the sweater and socks yet because I don't know if he'll let me put it on him.

It's crazy how he only gets along with 'Keem. Honestly, I just think that the little shit likes being spoiled, which is why he hasn't been a brat around him lately.

"Who's a good boy? You are. Yes you are! Good kitty. Good." Rakim cooed while rubbing a purring X's tummy.

"Since when do you like animals?" I asked out of curiosity. It's wasn't a surprise that Rakim liked X since they have a lot in common (meaning they both manage to piss me off but I can't stay mad at them for too long), but Rakim usually tends to stay away from anything that isn't human because he's scared that it'll ruin his outfit.

"I don't, but tlittle nigga here-" he patted X's stomach and earned a soft purr, "-ain't a fucking animal though. Animals are ugly, mean, and they stink. This right here is a king, so treat him with some respect you big dummy."

"My bad. Just asking a question, no need to get so sensitive."

"M' not sensitive. You're just dumb." Rakim smiled.

I faked a gasp and put a hand over my heart, just to be extra. "You're hurtful, that's what you are. Hurtful and stinging. You and that cat are perfect for each other."

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"Aww, he looks so handsome in his sweater!" Rakim cooed.

"Yeah, it's cute." I frowned as I smoothed over the band-aid on my finger.

"Hey, coulda been worse." Keem shrugged. "At least he let you put it on him. He's not biting or scratching the shit up so that counts for something."

"Yeah okay."

"Doesn't matter, but what does is the fact that I should have put the socks on him too. That would have completed the-"

"Wait a ding darn minute, pal. You didn't put the sweater on him, I did and I got scratched." I gestured to my aching finger.

"I tried to but you didn't let me." Rakim put his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, because I didn't want you to get scratched or something. Ion know if you remember, but it hasn't been that long since he attacked your prissy ass and nearly shredded your shit."

"Well, I forgave him already. Just like your hamster, it's water under the bridge." Rakim waved me off.

"Don't bring Donut into this, he didn't deserve to drown. Why you gotta be so heartless?"

Rakim snickered. "It was funny in my head."

"Fuck you. Go ahead, try the socks. I hope he scratches the black off of you." I stuck my tongue out at him and he flicked me off in return.

"I will. Give them to me." He held his hand out.

"Fine. Whatever. Fuck you." I handed over the socks and crossed my arms.

"Here kitty. Bring yo lil ass over here." Rakim cooed.

Surprisingly, X did as told. Even more surprising, he actually let Rakim put the socks on him.

"Told you." Rakim flashed me a smile as X settled on his shoulder, also looking at me. Little asshole.

"Ugh. You both disgust me."

Rakim shrugged and gave X a gentle pat on the head. "Eh, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful nigga."

-JADA