Little Shop of Javas

[also posted on ao3 under cr0wrichie]

Richie had been thrilled. He'd pictured a fox, maybe, perhaps a dog. Even a ferret would do, if he was being honest.
But, no. Six days earlier, his hopes had come crashing down around him. His world had changed in less than a week. The results were not to Richie's liking.
Bev had brought home a goddamn cat. He was small, maybe a tenth of Richie's size. The wolf, in his animal form, weighed one hundred pounds. The cat probably weighed less than ten pounds. The little demon, though cute, wreaked havoc on Richie's day to day routine. Brown and fluffy, eyes golden, his cuteness was deceptive. Bev, bless her heart, was too blinded by love to notice how positively terrible the cat was.