Percabeth Kitten Works

I - Morse Code and Soft Randomness

Annabeth's POV

I found myself tapping my fingers on the coffee table, books of architecture scattered out at random from a mess. And it was morse code- a little something that Leo taught me.

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I sigh, recalling the memory from long ago.

If Percy and I were to have kids... And somehow managed to survive the wrath of my mother (Dear gods), we'll definitely have some storytelling.

Maybe the wrath of my mother will be where a yarn ball avalanche comes crashing in and Percy just freaks out for his claustrophobic reason-

No idea why I'm thinking this. Anyway, I continue to type out morse code for this, which is Zoe and Star. In memory of Zoë Nightshade... and Bob (Ieapetus), perhaps.

Suddenly I yelped, feeling something wet and gentle, strangely soft and tiny, lick my hand. I turned around, blinking and laughing. It was a black kitten- right here-

And the she-kit seemed to be copying my tapping pattern... Little claws unsheathed and outstretched, ready to attack any harm, yet gently just... playing with me.

My boyfriend, Percy Jackson, turned me over and sat me on his lap, kissing me delicately with teasing snowflake-light kisses.

When he pulled away, he grinned, his black hair more ruffled than usual. It was adorable...  His Camp Half-Blood t-shirt had tiny ragged tears- but otherwise he looked alright.

"Ahoy, got any blue cookie dough, Wise Girl?" Percy laughed- the way I love it- and murmured in a low voice, "To explain the cat..." he trailed off himself but I put my finger up to his lips anyway. "Sh." I glanced over to the right where the kitten sat, which was mewling, a light tabby pattern etched into its black flank that was gleaming with slickness, and behind it was a little wooden plank carved with a sketch of Mrs. O'Leary. I didn't care what he was going to say for now, and got right to the point. "How about we name her Zoë..?"

His sea blue-green eyes flash then he nods in agreement.