#also yes i named the cat after the oven yes i was uninspired yes i think its a good name haha

[stanthefrogs]

oooh could you maybe write misc 11. "Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?" 💛

(prompts from this list)

thank you for the prompt, jo! this is short and sweet but i hope you like it 💛

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Nursey’s so focused on his writing that he doesn’t notice the cat until she jumps onto his lap. 

“Hey, baby girl,” he says absent-mindedly, eyes glued to his screen. She meows in reply and he brings a hand up to scratch her ears. But instead of fur, his fingers brush over soft fabric. He looks down at her.

Betsy the Third, curled snugly in his lap and purring like a little tractor, is dressed in a cat-sized dinosaur onesie, complete with a little hood and fake spikes. It’s adorable, and at any other point in time Nursey would fawn over her, but right now he’s too busy trying to remember what reality he’s living in. 

“Dex?” he calls out, not looking away from little dinosaur Betsy.

“You called?” Dex says, poking his head through the doorway.

“Is the cat in a onesie?”

“No,” he replies. “She’s in costume.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” Nursey asks, but Dex has already disappeared into the kitchen again, and Nursey is left staring at the cat.

She really is cute. He should send a picture to Chowder, he thinks. He looks up to find his phone and instead notices a glass of water and a plate of snacks by his laptop, which definitely weren’t there five minutes ago. But the sun was. Right?

Huh. He must’ve been writing for hours.

He yawns and stretches out his arms. Betsy meows in protest and he brings a hand back to her head. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to her head and letting his face rest there. 

He thinks of Dex quietly putting a plate of food together for Nursey and setting it on the desk where he would see. And Dex gently coaxing Betsy into her little onesie, knowing exactly how Nursey would react. Or at least knowing it would startle him out of his hyperfocus.

“He really loves us, doesn’t he,” he whispers into Betsy’s fur. And when she meows, he smiles and kisses her little head again.