Therapy

Chapter 10 Kitten

Drake paced impatiently in the yard. Where the hell was that delivery guy? He told him to report back to him as soon as he delivered Cass's stuff to her. A truck pulled in and he sighed with relief. The guy hopped out with a box in his hand.

"How did it go? What's in your hand?"

"Uhhh Drake we should take this inside."

This couldn't be good. What the hell could be in that box? Did Cass send it? He gave the guy a baffled look but motioned him to follow him into the house. Once inside he led him to his study and shut the door behind them.

"Ok so what is it that you couldn't show me outside."

"Read the note first."

Drake read it and frowned. What on earth...?

"Give me the damn box."

The guy handed it over with a smirk. Drake placed it on his desk and opened it. A small black kitten looked up at him accusingly and gave him an unhappy squeek, clearly unhappy with being stuck in a box.

"Ummmm ok... you can go."

The guy coughed to cover a laugh and departed. Drake peered into the box. What was he going to do with it?

(Oh look lunch!)

<Don't you dare this is Cass's kitty. She said she would never speak to us again if we let something happen to it.>

(Damn. So what do we do with it?)

<How the hell should I know I have never had a cat before!>

(Hmmm...lets take it to a pet store. They will know.)

<Good idea.>

The kitten squeeked. It obviously wanted out. Drake cautiously lowered his hand in the box. Cats didn't exactly like wolves so he fully expected to get scratched. To his surprise the kitten jumped on his hand and looked at him expectantly. He gently picked it up and set it on his desk.  He brought his head down to its level and studied it. It walked up to him and headbutted his nose before starting to purr. It then climbed up his arm to his shoulder. It sat down and stuck its nose in his ear.

(You better feed it before it decides to eat you.)

<It is kind of cute. I think it likes us.>

(I think so too. Lets go. It needs food and toys and a kitty box.)

Two hours and four hundred dollars later Drake walked back into his room. He pulled the kitten from his shoulder where it was perched like a parrot and put it on his bed. It looked up at him and meowed before bouncing around his bed. He set up the litter box in his bathroom and showed it where it was. Then he set up the kitty condo and all the toys both his wolf and the store clerk had insisted that it needed. He swore that his wolf had acted like he was shopping for a kid.

(Hey Cass wants us to keep kitty happy. I won't be responsible for her never talking to us again. Now get on the floor and play with it!)

<Should we name it?>

(Ummm sure. How about Killer?)

<Does that look like a killer to you?>

They looked at the kitten who was currently on its back trying to pull its tail in its mouth.

(Not so much. It looks like a little black furball.)

<Well we can't call it furball.>

(How about Fluffy?)

Drake looked at the kitten and softly called "Here Fluffy."

The kitten jumped up and padded over to him purring. He sat on the floor and it rubbed up against him. He patted it on its head and it swiped at him with its tiny pink tongue. He rolled a ball and it chased it down and brought it back to him.

(I didn't know cats played fetch.)

<Me either.>

(It must be extra smart cause it's a wolf cat.)

<Do you think it can entertain itself. I still have work to do.>

(Probably. It has plenty of toys and a box and food and water. You should be safe for a little while.)

Drake stood up. "Ok Fluffy, you are on your own for a little bit. I have to work."

He started walking to the door when he felt something poking in his leg. He looked down and watched in amazement as Fluffy climbed up him and settled back on his shoulder.

<What do I do now?>

(Apparently it wants to go with you. Just take it. How much trouble can one little kitten cause?)

The answer was apparently a lot. It chased his pen and scattered his papers. Everytime he retrieved them the silly creature would bat them right back off his desk. When he would try to put them back down it would be to find that Fluffy was laying down in the spot where he wanted to place the retrieved papers. He sighed. He would never get any work done at this rate. Fluffy looked up at him and purred, nudging his hand. He patted him absently.

There was a soft knock on the door and it opened revealing Brandy.

"Drake, I just wanted to... What the hell is that thing?"

Fluffy looked at Brandy and growled. He stalked to the end of Drakes desk and puffed up hissing and growling at the blonde. She growled back and reached for him and was rewarded with a long scratch up her hand.

"What the hell Drake. Get rid of that thing."

"No Brandy. The kitten stays. Apparently it has good taste. You may leave though. Don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out."

Cradling her injured hand to her, Brandy huffed and walked out. Fluffy ran back up to Drake and climbed back on his shoulder. It purred and nuzzled his neck.

(Guess we could have named it Killer after all. I like this kitty. I'm so glad you didn't let me eat it.)

<I like him too. Wonder if Cass will let us keep him.>

(Doubtful. Would you let us keep him if you were Cass?)

<Probably not.>

They both sighed, saddened that their new friend was probably going to be taken away.

(You know. If we make up with her we can get her to move in. Then Fluffy can come back.)

<Hey thats right! We should have dinner waiting for her or something. I bet that would soften her up.>

(You can't cook.)

<Nope but I can order take out like a champ and then put it on pretty dishes.>

(Excellent plan.)