The cat

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A cat and an easily charmed heart.



"You know we can't keep him." Kevin stands by the door to the bedroom, looking at Scotty in the bed, rolled around the small kitten on the middle of the bed. The cat is joyfully laying on its back, exposing its neck for Scotty to scratch it. Kevin can hear the purring all the way to his spot a few feet away.


"Why not?" Scotty pouts. "He chose us. Cats do that." Scotty imitates the cat's position, putting his head on he bed, exposing his neck, his attention on the cat.

"But he belongs to someone, and we don't have the space nor the time to take care of a cat. We can barely keep the plants alive." Kevin complains. He walks over to the bed and sits down on it, stroking Scotty's side much like he would on a cat.


"Maybe he doesn't belong to someone. He might just be left by someone who didn't want kittens and now he needs a loving home. A warm bed to sleep in and someone to nuzzle their nose into his fuzzy belly." Scotty says and demonstrates. "I know, I've been there."


"Well, you don't have a fuzzy belly." Kevin mumbles. "Okay, let's say we start by putting some notes around the neighborhood, asking if someone's lost him. He can stay here until someone calls." Kevin negotiates.

"And what if no one does?" Scotty says, glancing at Kevin.


"Then we'll discuss it again. They have cat rescue centers, this is what they do." Kevin says, standing up, believing the case is closed.

"I know, for cats waiting for an owner that might come or death." Scotty says, nuzzling closer to the cat. "But okay. Notes and then we'll see."


Scotty knows it's a good deal. Kevin might be reasonable, but he's not heartless. In a few days when this little fur ball has spent the night with them he's gonna love the little kitten as well.

"Let's name him Mr. Bernie." Scotty says. "Cats need fun names."


****


"Scotty!" Kevin calls. His voice is not happy, coming from the bedroom.

"What is it honey?" Scotty asks in a soft voice as he enters from the bathroom. He knows without needing an answer. The cat is peacefully asleep in the middle of the bed, leaving plenty of room for both Kevin and Scotty. On each a side of him.


"I don't care what you say, he's not sleeping there." Kevin says. "I want you close when I sleep, without furry ‘protection'."

Scotty chuckles and carefully moves the kitten to the very edge of his side of the bed. The cat opens one eye to see what is going on before going back to sleep.


Scotty crawls into bed, laying down in the middle of it. Kevin lays down next to him, sliding an arm around his husband. They share a goodnight kiss and turn off the lights. Only minutes later Scotty feels something soft and warm lay down by his back. He smiles against Kevin's hair and closes his eyes, shortly falling into sleep.


****


Kevin removes his pants and throws them on the floor, eagerly kissing Scotty on their way towards the bed. Scotty lowers himself on the bed and Kevin follows, their lips not parting. There is a loud squeaky noise and then chaos. The cat hisses and leaps off the bed, Scotty slides to the side to avoid scratches and Kevin falls on his stomach on the bed.


Kevin takes a deep breath and swallows his annoyance. The cat is indeed cute and fuzzy, and Scotty likes it a bit too much for him to dislike it. He moves to Scotty and they resume their kissing, moving alone with more touching. Scotty rolls them around and pins Kevin to the mattress under them. He barely notices when something furry jumps back onto the bed, joining them again, to see what fun is going on.


Kevin enjoys Scotty's kissing and leans his head back when Scotty trails his kisses further down Kevin's body. Kevin moans and bends his head to the left, his eyes landing on the upside-down cat sitting next to them watching.

"Scotty!" He calls.

"I know." Scotty moans in agreement, believing Kevin is just complimenting him on his actions.


"We have an audience." Kevin says. Scotty halts and looks at the small observer. He giggles and takes the cat, placing it outside their door and shutting it. They finally get to make love, but to the sound of a left-out and curious cat meowing from the living room.


****


Kevin spend over two hours with his mother in the garden, helping with so many things he had no idea had to be done with plants. He's waited for the right moment to bring the matter up, but Nora's yapping hasn't given him much space. He takes off the thick garden gloves and sees Scotty's Ranchero driving up before the house.


"Uh, mom." He interrupts her.

"Yes?" She asks, looking up from a gigantic pile of twigs.

"Me and Scotty wanted to ask you a favor." He says, in the corner of his eye seeing Scotty get out of the car and taking something from the back.


"Over a week ago a cat, a kitten, showed up in our hallway." He starts, rambling. "It was there for over a day, looking thin and miserable." He sees Scotty approaching with the big back in his hand. "So we took it in and fed it."

"That's nice of you." Nora chimes in. "Scotty!" She exclaims seeing him approach the garden. She pulls of her gardening gloves and hugs him.


"I didn't know you were coming." She smiles to him.

"Oh, I thought Kevin had told you, I should have called." Scotty says.

"Nonsense, I gave you that key for it to be used." Nora waves it away. She looks at the bag in his hand. "Why is your bag meowing?" She asks.


"What I was going to tell you," Kevin continues. "Is that we put up notes around the block asking if anyone is missing a cat, and no one replied. So we thought, if no one replies after now... maybe he could live here?" Kevin finishes slowly. "We don't have the space or the time to take care of a cat."


"A kitten?" Nora says, kneeling over by the bag. She opens it and sees the gray fur ball look up at her. "I don't know. We haven't had a pet since Bingo." She takes him up and looks at him, the cat starting to purr the moment she pats him.


"I guess he could stay here. If he wants." She says. "Cats pick their owners, not the opposite." She says. She stands up and holds the cat close. It seems to find its place close to her chest, closing its eyes laying on her arm.


"Just let us know when you need a cat watcher." Scotty says. "We called him Mr. Bernie. Well I did, Kevin usually called him ‘get-out-of-my-favorite-chair'." Nora laughs and Kevin looks embarrassed.

"But he was always laying on my Liza." He says quietly. "She got furry."


Scotty laughs at Kevin being so protective of his pillow, and for referring to it as a woman. He knows that Kevin likes that pillow and that he is not allowed to drink or eat close to it. Scotty puts his arm around Kevin and follows Nora into the house, giving his husband a quick peck on the cheek for the bright idea to offer the little creature to Nora. If there is any place the little thing will get attention and be nurtured, it's there.



With some kind of dedication to my dear old cat that kept me company while writing, although he was asleep during (and awoken to pose in the photos above).


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Postat av: Karen

Everything finds its home. That was lovely. :)

2009-06-14 @ 12:14:20

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