I Want Chicken, I Want Liver [closed; active]

[notvermin]

Characters: The Cat and Nina Tucker
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Night 017
Summary: When a hungry cat lands in the house, he knows exactly where to go first.
Warnings: Cute might induce cavities.

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[imtoocutetodie]

Nina wanted a snack, and having a snack required going to the kitchen, and past the dogs, who seemed really angry tonight.

But Nina was little, and capable of sneaking past the doggies and the other people.

She nudged the door open, just enough for her small self to slip inside, then just as carefully pushed it shut. Open doors meant bad things could get in, closed doors didn't necessarily mean bad things COULDN'T get in, but it took them longer.

She clutched at her bear, padding in utter silence deeper into the kitchen.

Nina had seen cats before, she had sometimes seen the ghost cat here, but that was different. Her head tipped to the side, blinking curiously. "Hello, Mr. Cat, are you lost?"

Most adults would have never thought to address a feline, but Nina was not even most children, so the polite greeting slipped out without a single pause.

[notvermin]

His ears had perked up at the sound of the door opening, and he stared unblinkingly at the child. For sure, she was much younger than Coraline, if that teddy bear had anything to say about it, which meant it was time to play the part of the cute cat in need of food and affection.

With a quiet meow, he padded over to her, pausing to sit a foot from her rather than rubbing against her leg. Unlike most cats, he knew when humans didn't want to be approached by strange animals. His tail swished once along the floor as he peered up at Nina.

[imtoocutetodie]

Nina peered back, just as curiously. She hadn't seen a truly harmless animal in months and months, long enough that she wasn't certain what to do with him.

"Nice cat?" She hesitantly stepped closer, hand extended for him to sniff, bear tucked against her body with one arm. "How did you get in the house, Mr. Cat, did someone bring you with them?"

[notvermin]

Without a second of hesitation, the feline edged forward and sniffed at her fingers with his wet nose, trying to get familiar with her scent. He decided she was harmless enough, and mewled once again, coming closer and rubbing his soft head against her tiny hand.

This was apparently good behaviour. At the very least, enough decent behaviour to get into her good graces. Back when he didn't have much of a home -- bushes did not count -- he'd peer at the other cats and learn how to please the humans. Now open the ice box, he said to her through his mind, despite her not being a telepathic.

[imtoocutetodie]

Nina blinked, a slow smile stealing over her face. "You are a nice kitty, I'm not sure how you got here, Mr. Cat. It's really dangerous, kitties shouldn't be here." But she turned her hand to scratch his ears, delighting in the feeling of soft fur under her fingers.

It was a child's innocent curiosity that lit her eyes, harmless wonder at something new and different. "I came to get food, are you hungry Mr. cat?"

[notvermin]

Again the cat meowed, as if in confirmation. Oh, humans were so predictable. Make a cute face and they immediately fell for you. Like babies, wretched and loud things that they were. He rubbed his nose against her knuckles once more, and trailed over to the fridge, pushing his head on the corner of the door to illustrate just how hungry he was.

Now, he wasn't quite expecting a full turkey, or mice on ice (because who would ever be so kind) but anything that could fill his stomach was all right with him.

Or a nice glass of milk, though that would be asking for too much, surely.