The Kitten (Part One)
Title: The Kitten
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Bam finds a kitten and wants to keep it. Ville doesn't.
It was just starting to rain as Bam was making his way up to the apartment Ville had moved into until the divorce was final. He had said something about it being a sign of respect, that it was only polite to Missy.
And, considering that she asked for only a small alimony, and that she and Bam were in fact, quite good friends, he had to agree with her. And so, tonight he had gotten lonely and wanted to visit his lover.
“Mew!” said a tiny voice from the alley next to Ville’s apartment. Bam stopped in his tracks, feeling the rain drip down the back of his neck.
“Hello?” he called, feeling a little foolish.
“Mew?” came the voice again. Of course it was a cat and not a person, and of course it couldn’t answer him in English. There was no reason to be speaking to it, really.
Even though the rain was getting uncomfortably cold and soaking through his jacket, Bam picked his way over the broken crates, abandoned cardboard boxes and broken glass that littered the ally. He clucked his tongue and rubbed his fingers together, hoping to coax out the feline.
Sure enough, a small, fluffy smoky gray kitten emerged. She had large green eyes that seemed to beg sympathy. She walked right up to Bam and sat as feet as though saying; “Well, what are you waiting for? Pick me up, it’s wet.”
Bam obeyed. There was something about cats that just seemed to put humans under their spell. He unzipped his jacket and nestled the little lady underneath, against his chest. Her tiny purr made him feel all warm on the inside.
He hurried along to Ville’s apartment.
**
“You’re soaking wet!” the Finn scolded, half read book still dangling from his hand. But his lover continued to stand in front of the door, dripping puddles on the floor and grinning like he had a secret.
And knowing Bam, he probably did.
He was holding his arms around his chest rather curiously.
“What are you hiding?” his green eyes narrowed. Bam grinned even wider and unzipped his jacket.
“Look!” he presented something fluffy, cupping on both hands.
Ville couldn’t believe it. There, standing in all her glory, was a small gray kitten. She blinked at him before cocking her head to the side and meowing, as though to ask who this stranger was.
“Get rid of it,” he said instantly.
Bam frowned. That wasn’t the reaction he had been hoping for. The other man was supposed to melt and fawn all over the kitten and decide to keep her. After all, who could say no to such a cute, lovable little face? He scratched reassuringly under her chin.
“Why?”
“Why? Because she’s a cat, Bam! She could have fleas, or worms, or rabies. She’ll shit all over my apartment and scratch up my favorite armchair and I just don’t have the patience to deal with it.”
“Is that all?” Bam raised an eyebrow. Ville threw his hands in the air.
“I just don’t want a cat, okay? Can you live with that?”
“Well I can’t just put her back out in the street. It’s raining,” he pointed out the window. The older man glanced outside and sighed.
“She can stay the night, but no longer. In the morning you take her to your house or to the shelter.”
There. He was putting his foot down. Bam had to listen, right?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Bam finds a kitten and wants to keep it. Ville doesn't.
It was just starting to rain as Bam was making his way up to the apartment Ville had moved into until the divorce was final. He had said something about it being a sign of respect, that it was only polite to Missy.
And, considering that she asked for only a small alimony, and that she and Bam were in fact, quite good friends, he had to agree with her. And so, tonight he had gotten lonely and wanted to visit his lover.
“Mew!” said a tiny voice from the alley next to Ville’s apartment. Bam stopped in his tracks, feeling the rain drip down the back of his neck.
“Hello?” he called, feeling a little foolish.
“Mew?” came the voice again. Of course it was a cat and not a person, and of course it couldn’t answer him in English. There was no reason to be speaking to it, really.
Even though the rain was getting uncomfortably cold and soaking through his jacket, Bam picked his way over the broken crates, abandoned cardboard boxes and broken glass that littered the ally. He clucked his tongue and rubbed his fingers together, hoping to coax out the feline.
Sure enough, a small, fluffy smoky gray kitten emerged. She had large green eyes that seemed to beg sympathy. She walked right up to Bam and sat as feet as though saying; “Well, what are you waiting for? Pick me up, it’s wet.”
Bam obeyed. There was something about cats that just seemed to put humans under their spell. He unzipped his jacket and nestled the little lady underneath, against his chest. Her tiny purr made him feel all warm on the inside.
He hurried along to Ville’s apartment.
**
“You’re soaking wet!” the Finn scolded, half read book still dangling from his hand. But his lover continued to stand in front of the door, dripping puddles on the floor and grinning like he had a secret.
And knowing Bam, he probably did.
He was holding his arms around his chest rather curiously.
“What are you hiding?” his green eyes narrowed. Bam grinned even wider and unzipped his jacket.
“Look!” he presented something fluffy, cupping on both hands.
Ville couldn’t believe it. There, standing in all her glory, was a small gray kitten. She blinked at him before cocking her head to the side and meowing, as though to ask who this stranger was.
“Get rid of it,” he said instantly.
Bam frowned. That wasn’t the reaction he had been hoping for. The other man was supposed to melt and fawn all over the kitten and decide to keep her. After all, who could say no to such a cute, lovable little face? He scratched reassuringly under her chin.
“Why?”
“Why? Because she’s a cat, Bam! She could have fleas, or worms, or rabies. She’ll shit all over my apartment and scratch up my favorite armchair and I just don’t have the patience to deal with it.”
“Is that all?” Bam raised an eyebrow. Ville threw his hands in the air.
“I just don’t want a cat, okay? Can you live with that?”
“Well I can’t just put her back out in the street. It’s raining,” he pointed out the window. The older man glanced outside and sighed.
“She can stay the night, but no longer. In the morning you take her to your house or to the shelter.”
There. He was putting his foot down. Bam had to listen, right?