I work at a cat shelter and the most fun part is when we get unnamed cats brought to us since I can think of goofy names for them. A while back we got a litter of five kittens who ended up getting named Kira, Jadzia, Miles, Odo and Sisko. They all found a home when they were very little, but no one wanted to adopt Sisko for some reason :(
BUT TODAY THAT CHANGED! AND YOU WOULD NOT FUCKING BELIEVE HOW THAT HAPPENED.
Two people came in with a small list of cats who they had been looking at on our website, and one of them happened to be Sisko, so they were sent into one of the cat rooms to sit around with the cats and see with who they clicked the most. They came out of the room 100% sure that they wanted Sisko and also ended up asking why Sisko had that name, clearly with some sort of motivation behind that question, and upon finding out that he was named after a DS9 character it turned out that THEY ARE ALSO DS9 FANS (well, one DS9 fan and the other who said as a joke that they "tolerate" it) AND THAT'S WHY THAT CAT STOOD OUT TO THEM THE MOST. SISKO FOUND A HOME IN A DS9 LOVERS HOUSEHOLD AND MAINLY BECAUSE OF HIS NAME. WHAT ARE THE FUCKING CHANCES.
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Trademark: unironic Uncle Benjamin defender 😉
NOW--WAIT--NOW HOLD ON--HOLD ON A MINUTE--LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING--LET ME TELL YOU S--
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Nobody really ever let Mav drive because, even after 20 and plus years of having his drive licence, he's still shit. Not like I just started to drive shit, but I get bored after the first five minutes. Why does this thing go so slowly? kinda of shit. But the day has been long, and Mav is the least tired of the four, with Amelia and Penny sleeping in the backseats and Rooster barely keeping his eyes open. A day by the sea always has this effect on you, eh kid? He asks, ruffling his hair, and receives an uhuh as an answer. C'mon twenty minutes tops, and we'll be home, he murmurs a little to himself and a little to everybody else.
Twenty minutes later, Mav parks in front of his home, and he already has a foot on the concrete when a hand stops him. Mav? Where are we? Penny asks, and Pete smiles, she has to be still sleeping if she doesn't realise they are home. Home! he answers, already thinking about if he should take Amelia or let Bradley do the job because his back kinda hurts now an-
Dad Bradley calls his attention back to him Dad, we aren't there yet. This isn't Penny's home. He continues, his voice soft and his eyes a little wet.
I- he tries to say something, but the house in front of him speaks louder than any words. Yes, yes, I'm sorry. Just tired. We will be there in a minute, Pen'.
No problem, Pete, it happens sometimes she answers, a soft smile on her face and Bradley's hands still around his arm.
He smiles at her and at Bradley, starting the car again, trying his hardest not to look in the rearview mirror while the place he still calls home gets farther and farther away.
(Thirty-two, blonde hair tips, and I think this is the last one, Mav he said. Now I can officially say, welcome home, love he added, picking him up in the middle of an empty living room with just a couch and a coffee table to occupy the space. Welcome home, my dear, he rebuffed, laughing and spinning around, kissing the man he was soon to marry.)
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