#this is the stray kitten i've been feeding for weeks

[thejojolands-moved]

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for fostering/taking in a stray cat even though i'm not allowed to?

CW: animal abuse/neglect, suicidal thoughts.

I'm a college student with barely any income and can't get a job because of my tight schedule and mental illness + other neurodiversity issues, i'm very well aware of this and only planned to get a pet cat after i graduate and get a stable job. The cat in question is one of the stray cats in the area i live, i didn't intend to keep her, she followed me home and stick around after i gave her some food once. Since i've fed stray cats before and they always leave after a while so i didn't think too much of this and keep feeding her.

The problem came in when she decided that i'm her human now, at first she only show up during the night to ask for food but now she's wait in front of my room 24/7 and even greet me at the gate. The people managing the building said i shouldn't feed the cats because they would poop all over the place, my parents don't like cats so obviously they didn't approve either.

I've been trying to find her a new home but since she's not a fancy cat breed or a kitten, no one want her. I couldn't send her to a shelter because shelters in my country are overstocked and some even taking in animals to scam for donation money while abusing them. There no animals protection laws in my country and people eat cats here (it's frown upon thing in our society so the cat eaters usually steal pets or tricking shelters to get them) so finding her a good home is a really hard thing to do. Also, because i barely have any money, i couldn't fully provide for her beside buying cheap cat food and a deworming pill. Pet stuff are luxury in my country so they are very expensive.

Another thing that make me feel like i'm an AH is that i felt like i might have sabotaged this cat's chance as a stray. I noticed that after i started feeding her, she started to rely on me for food and became really agressive toward other strays in the area despite seemingly getting along with them before.

I will have to go back home in another city for the holidays for at least a week at the end of this year and can't take her with me because cats are banned from my parents' house. I have no friends and don't know anyone that can take her in while i'm gone. I couldn't just abandon her because this cat means so much to me, i'm still here right now because i think about her whenever i feel suicidal. I feel like i wouldn't have gotten into this mess if i didn't led the cat into thinking i'm her human.

AITA for taking in a cat even though i couldn't care for her properly nor even allowed to have her in my home?

What are these acronyms?

[hiperacid2]

A letter from one's aching heart.

╰┈➤ nanami kento x reader ･ﾟﾟ･｡ wc: ~600

╰┈➤ post shibuya 2018 incident, spoilers for the recent s2 ep (18), gender neutral!reader, angst, mostly hurt/small amounts of comfort, grief, unedited . ･ﾟﾟ･｡posted on ao3!! ･ﾟﾟ･｡ @bitchcraftinc ੈ♡˳

"I've lived and I've loved, I've drank bitter and cold coffee, and I've drunk it warm and sweet too. Lately the world lost its color, and with it the respite of love went away. Maybe it's still there, in the way I still cook, make coffee, load the laundry, buy takeout, and more; everything for two. I keep forgetting I'm going to wake up in an empty, cold bed, that my towels won't ever be warm again when I get out of the shower; sometimes I speak waiting for a response, but what answers me is the silence of a hollow house. I keep saying 'I'm home!' with a smile every once in a while, but then again, hollowness is all I get back. Sometimes I wonder if things could be different, if we could have had an eternity of warm embraces and late sunday mornings. Wondering is futile, you taught me that, what matters is the present, the now. There's days where I buy myself a flower bouquet and put it in your favorite vase, the one that I think is boring and dull, and other days I treat myself to a dinner date, always pouring something for you too; I hope you're enjoying that. Don't worry about me, I'm doing good, it seems I was prepared to live without you, it's so hard, but I'm doing good. Though I loathe the day your clothes stop having your smell, I keep spraying your cologne in your pillow, hoping that the smell brands itself in my brain. I've had no luck yet, maybe if I try harder I will achieve it. I hope you forgive me, but I made one of your ties my lucky charm that I tied to my bag, and I had to cut it in half, with the rest I made a bracelet which I use almost every day, hoping to have a piece of you with me always, at least physically. Maybe I will adopt that little kitten, the one you insisted I should stop feeding. His mama vanished, and he's doing relatively good by itself. But I have all this love inside me that is for you, overflowing and drowning me; it seems to like the charm made out of your tie because they always play with it when I put my bag down. Even when you're not around you still are a magnet of strays. …I am making this longer than I planned, maybe I will write you another letter next week, or when I feel ready. I hope you don't mind the ink a little smudged because I'm crying. With love, always and forever, until we meet in another life, Kento."

You carefully folded the letter, chest full of sobs and tears completely clouding your vision. Nestling the pen you just used against your chest carefully, it's weight heavy in your hands, is Nanami's favorite.

After calming down enough to move, you take the folded paper and move it next to the plain cream vase that now holds half wilted flowers, leaving it there, with the pen over it as a weight.

Grabbing your bag as you take a tissue from beside the door, you put on your shoes. The keys on the door jingle, a solitary keychain with now no pair dances. Closing the door, your next destination is the pet store, the kitten is going to need a lot of new things… absentmindedly you wonder what name would suit them as the sounds of the city engulf you.

╰┈➤ a/n: this has been rotting in my docs since SEPTEMBER !! i'm so happy to finally release it here into the wild, it's not much but im thinking about grief and him allllllll the time. thank u for reading!! ♡

reblogs are greatly appreciated

[purplesurveys]

1960

End of Year Survey

First things first, did you have a good year?  It sucked like you wouldn't believe. Like it is almost impressive how big of a disaster at work it consistently was for all 12 months and how everything that could go wrong went wrong. I also had to work like 40% of the weekends in the entire year, so I forgot how to take care of myself and do things I like. BTS was also on radio silence and then the Yoongi thing happened, sooooo overall just a really gross year.

How old did you turn this year?  I turned 26. Year sucked so bad I can barely remember what I did on my birthday too lmaaaaooooo

Do you feel your age?  I feel it in the way that my body feels sore more often and in more places now, in the way that I now voluntarily take a step back from stronger alcohol, in the way that I've been increasingly falling asleep from 10-11 PM, and in the way the number of fucks I used to easily hand out to everything and everyone has drastically fallen.

Did your appearance change in anyway?  I dyed my hair purple one last time in April, then shifted to dark brown by Oct/Nov since I wanted to start transitioning back to black. Uhhh I also started paying more attention to makeup too, I guess. I'm not a mega spender or anything and never will be + I still don't care for makeup trends – it's just that I've started caring enough to want to look nicer when I have physical meetings for work.

Post your favorite selfie.  I honestly don't have any. I was stressed all year and it fucking showed.

If you traveled, where did you go?  Vietnam was my one overseas trip for the year, but we also traveled to a few nearby provinces like Bulacan, Batangas etc.

Which fashion trends did you love?  If anything I just followed streetwear, if that was even a trend. I wasn't a fan of most things that went trendy last year.

Which fashion trends did you hate? Sambas cheapened up so hard in 2024 hahaha. Thank god I never got one.

What was your favorite article of clothing this year? Post a pic if possible?  I'm not much of a clothes person, honestly. My favorite article I got was this fanmade bucket hat inspired by RM's RPWP album.

What song sums up this year for you?  Escape Route by Paramore Groin by RM LOST! by RM

What album came out and has been on heavy rotation since then?  Honestly, probably RPWP too. I didn't listen to music much and kept most of my rotation to BTS or BTS-adjacent songs/albums.

Came out 2023 but I also had Golden on repeat a lot! I find all the songs very catchy and easy to listen to.

What was your favorite movie of the year?  I think Hello, Love, Again wins this round mainly because I waited for a sequel for years and I just wanted a happy ending (which I thankfully got).

Did you make any big permanent changes this year?  Not really. It's the second year in a row that I kind of just...floated by.

Did you vote?  Well, not in 2024. I'll be voting this year for the senatorials, though, even though I already know 90% of my votes will not make it.

Did you move?  Nopes.

Did you get a job?  I stayed in the same job.

Did you get a pet?  We did! Two, technically. We took in Miki, a sickly super young kitten who looked like he badly needed a home. Couldn't have been over a month old. We spent a few days feeding him, giving him affection and such, but I guess he was sick from the get go as he died a little over a week after we found him.

My sister got really distraught after his death, so out of pity my mom (very panickingly) brought home another stray kitten she found, thinking a new cat was gonna be the best solution to a dead cat lol. A little older, bigger this time...around 2-3 months old. I freaked out at my mom at first as I thought it was going to be messing with my sister's grief, and we had already discarded most of the stuff we initially got for Miki... but the kitty and my sister bonded quickly and to me that's what matters. We've called him Max and now he's the cheekiest asshole in the house. And we love him to death.

We've also half-adopted two adult cats in the neighborhood; by half-adopt I mean we regularly give them food outside the house, but we haven't taken them in. They seem to prefer the outdoors more, so we have a schedule in place where they come by dinnertime so we can give them cat food :)

Do you regret not doing anything?  Sure.

Did anyone/thing make you so mad it stayed with you for days?  Yup.

Did you lose anyone close to you?  Not on a personal level but I mean I was pretty rattled by the death of Liam Payne even though he honestly hasn't been my favorite person for the longest time.

Did you fall in love?  No.

Did you fall out of love?  No.

Did you start a new relationship?  No thanks.

Did you go through a break up?  Nope.

Did you have to cut ties from someone?  I disengaged from my uncle because I found out all the infuriating things he's been getting away with. He already got better a few years back, why and how the hell is he back in square one and being a terrible father?

What was the best moment of the year for you?  I'm not going to lie, it is probably when Jungkook came in clutch on the last month of the year to do a 2.5 hour live LOL. It was exactly how it had always been like, minus the late night cooking lessons. It was SO fun and served as such a comforting break after the lack of boraness the entire year. My cheeks hurt when he turned the stream off because I had been smiling so much. Vietnam was also fun :) I always love going to other countries.

What was the worst?  I wept a record breaking number of times over work. Unfortunately it wasn't the casual 'let me cry over this for 5 minutes' since it was full on heaving and even crying during virtual meetings. I really felt bad for myself and those moments are big puzzle pieces as to why the year was so hard on me.

What are you most proud of accomplishing?  Handing a certain number of ₱1,000 bills to my parents for Christmas.

What do you wish for others for the coming year?  Excellent health for themselves and their loved ones.

What do you wish for yourself?  I have one but I don't want to jinx it :)

[omgitssmallboi]

Ryoma Hoshi x Popular!Reader

What’s in this goofy lil fic: Friendship fluff, cats, Ryoma being sad, an AU where the killing game never happened(Non-despair AU), non sexual intimacy, hugs. | In this AU, Ryoma went through all the bullshit canon him went through, but after two years of prison, a family bailed him out and took him in. (He’s 16-17 in this)

One day, while walking home from school, you stumbled upon a stray cat meowing for attention. You couldn't help but stop and pet it, instantly feeling a sense of connection with the poor animal. As you scratched its head and ears, you noticed a familiar figure in the distance - the school loner, Ryoma Hoshi. To your surprise, he was cradling a litter of abandoned kittens in his arms, their tiny mews filling the air.

Without a second thought, you approached him and introduced yourself. He looked up at you with his deep, sad eyes and smiled slightly. You noticed how his short stature and mature attitude made him appear even stranger. "I've been taking care of these kitties since they were born," he explained. "Their mother abandoned them, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for them."

You nodded understandingly, feeling a sense of admiration for the loner you'd once ignored. "I found this stray cat outside school like, two weeks ago. And I've been feeding it every day. I guess we both have a thing for cats, huh?" You chuckled softly, trying to break the ice.

Ryoma smiled back, revealing a small amount of joy in his face. "Yeah, I guess so. Well, I should probably get these guys home. They need their bottles and some clean bedding." He stood up, carefully handing the kittens over to you. "Here, you can help me take care of them if you want."

The offer caught you off guard. You hadn't expected him to be so open to the idea, let alone offer to share such a personal responsibility. "Really? I'd love to!" You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "My house isn't far from here. We can walk there together."

As you walked side by side, you found yourself struck by how comfortable you felt in his presence. Despite his tough exterior, there was a softness to him that you hadn't noticed before. You talked about your favorite cat videos on YouTube, swapped stories about the funniest things your foster kittens had done, and even shared a few of your deepest fears. The time flew by, and before you knew it, you'd arrived at your house.

Ryoma followed you inside, his eyes widening in awe as he took in the cozy living room with its plush couch and numerous plants. "Wow, this is nice," he commented, glancing over at you. "You've got a really nice place here." You beamed with pride, feeling a sense of warmth wash over you at his approval.

As you made your way upstairs to your bedroom, you noticed that Ryoma was trailing a few steps behind, seemingly hesitant to come any closer. "It's okay," you reassured him with a smile. "I'm sure my parents won't mind if we borrow my room for a little while." Your parents were out of town on business, so you knew you wouldn't have to worry about anyone disturbing you.

Ryoma nodded, still looking a bit unsure of himself. "Well, if you're sure..." he muttered, finally stepping into your room. You closed the door behind him, feeling a flutter in your stomach at the intimacy of the moment. The room was painted a soothing shade of lavender, with posters of cute animals and pop stars covering the walls. A huge, fluffy cat bed sat in the corner, surrounded by a collection of toys and scratching posts.

"This is where I spend most of my time," you explained, walking over to your desk. You pulled out a chair for Ryoma, gesturing for him to sit. "Do you want me to show you where we keep the kittens' stuff?" You asked, already digging through your drawers to find the supplies you had stashed away.

Ryoma nodded, sitting down gingerly on the chair. He glanced around the room, seeming to take in every detail. His eyes lingered on a framed photo of you and your family, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for him. "Your family seems really nice," he said softly, trying to change the subject.

"They are," you replied, smiling warmly. "They're away on business right now, so we have the house to ourselves." You paused for a moment, realizing that you hadn't given Ryoma a chance to talk about his own life. "So, what about you? Do you live alone?"

Ryoma shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, not exactly," he mumbled. "I live with my adoptive dad, his wife, and their kids. It's a bit crowded, but..." He trailed off, clearly not wanting to dwell on the subject. You nodded understandingly, deciding not to push the issue.

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After gathering up all the supplies you needed, you showed Ryoma where to set up the kittens' temporary home in your room. He was surprisingly gentle with them, carefully placing each one in their little bed and making sure they were comfortable. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him interact with the animals. Instead, you focused on the task at hand, handing him a few bottles of kitten formula and a small bag of dry food. "Here's everything you'll need to take care of them," you explained, showing him where to find the litter box and the kittens' bedding. "I've already prepared some food for them, so all you have to do is warm it up and feed them."

As Ryoma followed your instructions, you watched him intently, noticing the way he interacted with the kittens. He was gentle and patient, just like you remembered him being with your own foster kittens. There was a softness in his eyes that you hadn't seen before, and it made your heart ache for him.

You decided to change the subject, wanting to focus on something more lighthearted. "So, how old are these guys?" you asked, kneeling down to pet one of the kittens. It nuzzled against your hand, purring contently.

Ryoma smiled faintly. "This one is about five weeks old, and the other two are about seven weeks. They're still pretty small, but they're growing fast." He paused, glancing down at the kitten in his arms. "They're probably going to be as big as your cat in no time."

You laughed softly. "Oh, I doubt that. Even when they were a kitten, Aki was a bit on the chunky side." You scratched the kitten behind its ear, making it purr even louder. "So, what are their names?" you asked, curious to know more about them.

Ryoma smiled, the expression softening his features. "This one is Luna," he said, gesturing to the calico kitten in his lap. "She's a bit shy, but she's also very clever. And this one is Artemis," he continued, indicating the black-and-white kitten who was currently investigating the litter box. "She's a bit more outgoing than Luna, but she's just as sweet. And then there's Apollo," he added, picking up the last kitten from the bedding. "He's the youngest of the three, but he's already the biggest. He's quite the little daredevil, always climbing up on things he shouldn't."

You listened intently, feeling a genuine fondness for each of the kittens already. "They all sound wonderful," you said, petting Artemis as she rubbed against your hand. "I'm sure they'll grow up to be beautiful cats." You glanced over at Ryoma, noticing the way he interacted with his pets. There was a certain tenderness in his touch, a look of affection in his eyes that spoke volumes about the bond he shared with them.

"So, what about you?" you asked, deciding to change the subject. "Do you have any favorite activities to do with them?" You wondered if he liked playing games with them or if he preferred cuddling on the couch.

Ryoma looked surprised by the question, but he seemed to consider it for a moment before answering. "Well, I usually just spend time with them," he said quietly. "We don't really have any special games or anything, but I like to watch them play together. Sometimes I'll just sit on the floor and let them climb all over me." He smiled fondly, his expression softening. "They're really good company."

You nodded, understanding what he meant. Pets could be a source of comfort and companionship, especially when life got tough. You remembered how Aki had been there for you when you were feeling down, curling up on your lap or giving you a little headbutt when you needed it most. It was a special bond that only pet owners could truly understand.

"That's nice," you said, trying to sound encouraging. "I'm sure they appreciate the time you spend with them." You glanced around the room, noticing a few toys scattered on the floor near the kittens' bedding. "Do you ever play with them?" you asked, gesturing to the toys.

Ryoma seemed a bit surprised by your question. "Well, I don't know...," he began, hesitating. "I don't want to push them into anything they're not comfortable with. They're still pretty young, after all." He shrugged, looking a bit guilty. "I guess I could try to spend more time playing with them. Maybe they'd like that."

You smiled reassuringly, knowing that Ryoma was just being overly careful. "It's okay," you said gently. "They probably just need a little encouragement. Why don't you try giving them one of those toys and see how they react?" You pointed to a small, soft-looking mouse toy lying on the floor nearby.

Part 2?

[mirab]

I've been feeding a pregnant stray cat for a few months and recently she gave birth so I hadn't seen her for a few weeks. Finally started seeing her around about a week ago. Yesterday and today she brought her kittens to my balcony to introduce me to them 😭😭😭

[barxlupin]

@enkosmios - continued from ask.

Busted. Oh, well, it's not like Henry wasn't planning to not show Veritas the kitten, he just wanted to give it a bath beforehand. Might as well be introductions first, bath later.

"Bit of both, I guess? It's a stray, but I've been feeding it for the past few weeks. Usually it hangs around the spaceport and is pretty independent, but the forecast says it's going to rain today and I didn't have the heart to leave it outside..."

Meanwhile, the kitten's head pops completely out of Henry's shirt, sniffing curiously. It's not too small, perhaps about three-month-old or so, and completely black, except for a light dusting of white fur on its chest. It starts purring like a jet engine when the space sailor coax it out to drape over his forearm, scratching behing its ear.

"Not sure if it's a boy or a girl, people at the station have been calling it Pluto."

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

All three Bengal kittens have been rescued

So I made a post yesterday about how I had to catch all the stray Bengal kittens I'd be made aware of and said that I'd hopefully post the full story when I had them all. Well, it's storytime!

So some backstory here: When I was 8-12 years old my parents and I breed and raised Bengals cats. Some of you are going to get the wrong idea from that sentence so let me assure you that we were VERY responsible breeders and also a very small operation. We only ever breed three Bengals (our "queens") and we did not keep any adult male cats at the same time to breed them with. Instead, we took them all the way down to West Virginia to the lady we'd gotten our first one from and she bred them for us. During those four years we were a business, Shanti had three litters, Rosie had two, and Diamond had one. They were not over-bred and the kittens were well cared for. In fact we even fostered a mother cat who we did not own, who had EIGHT kittens which we then hand fed and raised because the mom couldn't take care of them.

That was Crystal's litter, if you happen to have been here a couple months ago and seen my post about her when she died. Crystal was 17 when she died. Shanti was 18. Rosie was 14 and I believe Diamond was 12. Diamond and Rosie only died "early" because they had health complications that we could not fix despite all our efforts and it was kinder to let them go then let them suffer.

So. We love Bengal cats. LOVE them. However, we also know just how much it costs to get one and we knew we'd never be able to afford another.

Enter a longtime family friend who works in a nearby town and has known us since our Bengal cat raising days.

Three weeks ago she sent my mom a text with a picture of a BEAUTIFUL snow Bengal who she said was living on the streets. Nobody wanted her, this beautiful little cat. So, a few days later, I ventured out to investigate and see if this cat could be caught because I am the crazy cat girl and always have been (the friend who told us about the cat even said I'd "always had a way with animals").

I get there and find out two things very quickly upon meeting this cat. One, it is a BABY. Like, not a tiny baby, but 5-6 months old. And two, it is starving. Like, it's not just hungry, I can see and feel its ribs and backbone VIVIDLY. I am immediately in love and committed to saving this precious baby.

I try and fail to capture the kitten two days in a row (and like, when I say fail, I mean that I managed to pick it up and one day get it in a crate, I just couldn't zip the crate shut fast enough before it wiggled out). On the third day I meet a woman who works where I've been trying to catch the cat and she tells me it belongs to someone. I am skeptical, but I listen because I don't want to steal someone's cat, obviously. She tells me what house she thinks the cat is from and encourages me to find out if the lady who owns it will give/sell me the cat. In light of this I put the cat crate I'd been bringing away, but stay to feed the cat. And then I find out something else that's incredibly important.

There's another Bengal kitten.

As I'm feeding the little snow a beautiful little black spotted kitten appears and demands food as well. My brain says "Bengal" but I'd never had one like this so I take pictures to show my parents and check out later. My mom recognizes it as a charcoal Bengal and is immediately in love with it.

But, we were told the snow belongs to someone, so a couple days later on my mom's half work day we head over (in the rain) to ask the people in the house if it's their cat or not. We meet a nice lady with a little girl who tells us that she has no idea who's cat it is and it isn't theirs. She tells us she'd be happy if we took it, especially if it's starving!

So the next day I return with the intent to capture the charcoal and the snow. I find a little charcoal in the parking lot I've been working out of and put some canned cat food in a crate to try and lure it. It walks right into the crate. I lock it in. One kitten down. I don't catch the snow, but hey, I got one, right? I take the kitten to the local APL to make sure it isn't microchipped and it's not! So, with the blessing of the APL I take it home.

This little dude is the friendliest, chillest Bengal I've ever met. He was SILENT when I was driving him home. I have NEVER had a Bengal be silent in a crate. He is the loviest little guy you'll ever meet, so happy to be rescued.

For the next couple days I go back and continue to befriend the little snow, making up for what we lost when I tried to catch it the first two days and it got wary of me. Then, yesterday, I'm feeding the little snow, trying to catch her, when, out of nowhere-

ANOTHER charcoal appears. I am shook. I HAD thought that the charcoal boy looked different from the one I took pictures of, but... I figured it was the lighting/environment or something! I NEVER expected there to ACTUALLY be three babies!

And then charcoal 2 walks straight into the crate just like her brother did. I have no choice but to take her home and come back for snow another day, I cannot leave this other baby here.

So I bring baby number 2 home to my equally shocked parents. She is the feistiest little cat, the exact opposite of her brother's purrsonality. She is the embodiment of chaos- but she does love hugs and cuddles.

And then today, after praying, begging, PLEADING with God to let me rescue the cat I ACTUALLY WENT TO SAVE-

I caught the little snow. She has been so excited to see me the past two days! Running right up to me chattering away for food. She's such a precious baby. She wouldn't walk into the crate, but I felt like God was telling me it was time, so as I was petting her, I scruffed her (a harmless action, especially to a kitten) put her in the crate (a non zipper one this time) and slammed the door shut. Put her in my car and drove her home, promising her the life of a princess she's always deserved.

So now, two months after our last Bengal died, God gave us three Bengal kittens. Three beautiful, STUNNING, Bengal kittens who somehow, despite having been in the streets, love hugs and cuddles and pets.

There are two girls and one boy. The girls' names are Maraly (the spirited, fiesty charcoal) and Leeli (the precious little snow with a musical voice). We haven't settled on a name for the boy yet, we're debating between Kalmar and T'challa because both are kingly and both suit him. (I suggested Kalmar obviously xD) They're all safely contained in individual crates (not cat crates, we have old dog crates/pens and a big soft-sided cat pen that they're in) on our screened in front porch, so they're very safe. They can see each other, but they've been understandably distressed so for safety they're separated unless we're out there with them.

Like, I cannot stress how funny this is. God sent me after a little snow Bengal, then made the situation drag out until I'd caught the two charcoal babies. Then easy as could be I caught the snow, the one I was ORIGINALLY THERE FOR. And all this two months after we realized we'd never have Bengals again. God truly has a sense of humor.

[btscontentenjoyer]

HI 💛 how was your week! This time I managed to send you ask 🥰 mine was quite boring although I went out with friends during the weekend and it was surprisingly very fun!

I’m still waiting for my newest album so no updates about who I managed to pull 🫣 I really hope for yoonkook this time 🤞🤞🤞

Anyway it’s full time spring now so I’m just enjoying the sun ☀️ hope your studies are going okay and you had something good to eat last week! If you have song recommendations send them my way please bc as I said - your music taste is 😘!!!

Hello it's great to hear from you 💕💕

I just finished watching a movie with my mum and my sister and I was going to send you an ask when I saw that you beat me to it.

My week was okay! I haven't been doing much, still have a bunch of work to do for school and yet it's the last thing I think about lol. Today I discovered that a stray female cat had brough her small baby kittens and hid them in our yard!!! We suspect that our cat might be the father because he seems quite protective of them. They're still feeding from their mum and everything, but when they grow a bit more we'll have to find them a home.

I'm meeting up with a friend I haven't seen in a while this week, so I'm excited about that. I haven't eaten anything that special yet, but I'm hoping that we'll get korean food when we see each other.

I'm so glad that you had fun with your friends and that the weather is sunny!!! I'll be keeping my fingers crossed and manifesting a yoonkook pc your way!

And as for song recommendations, I'm actually quite slow with discovering and listening to new music, so I usually listen to a lot of the same for a while. I've been listening to Omar Apollo's album Ivory a lot. And recently I listened to Steve Lacy's Gemini Rights finally, although I still can't decide if I quite like it. I hope that I'll be able to listen to some more new music when I'm on my summer break and I'll definitely be coming to you for recommendations then.

I hope you have a lovely week and here's a picture of one of the kittens just for fun 💞💞

[paperpatchnotes]

City of Ghosts Session #7

After dangling an NPC (Sir Tristan) in front of them for weeks, the party has finally met one of my best pieces of work. Additionally we are burning through downtime at an excellent pace. The last couple sessions have covered the events of a couple weeks, which is fine by me.

The next segment I will be running them through a modification of Heart: The City Beneath. I've hacked WWN System Strain into stress, made some numbers tweaks, shaved off the deadliness a bit, and we'll see how it runs. I think it's actually going to be really really fun.

After summoning the spirit of Ethel, Starlight's lover, the party is faced with a strangely red tinted specter. Ethel seems aggressive, but when she passes into the aura of Murdrus' protection from possession and feeds on Star, she calms down. She does, however, talk somewhat enthusiastically about the City Below, how beautiful and red it is, and filled with teeth.

The party finds this offputting, even Star, but ask their questions. Murdrus asks where the Von Wiess estate is, and Cady asks about the door to Sterling's lair. They get vague (but more useful than they realize) descriptions.

After this the party entered downtime.

Wanting to make good on their deal with the Crimson Daggers, Ally reached out to Cady and the girls went to Star to see about spying on Sir Tristan, one of the inner circle of Blackthorn's ruling government.

They find him at the Magistrate's office, making judgements and hearing complaints. He is in full plate armor, that he never takes off even in Cady's vision, and he takes Goat Theft and Tax fraud very seriously. After posing a fake crime (egging of houses) to speak to him, he calls them on it and they leave.

They then tail him, confirming he does not take off the helmet and feeds stray kittens.

Meanwhile Meta calls on Cornelia for an afternoon visit. They talk necromancy and work life balance, and Cornelia invites him to join the Inheritors, only for him to decline.

Murdrus, whose been watching her, sees the meeting and breaks into Cornelia's home. He finds her flush with magic items, but her security, while subtle, is omnipresent. He leaves her place untouched, even the mirror he knows is a portal to the Inheritor's headquarters.

Finally, once they have done everything they needed, the party gathers to head into the Undercity.

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Our chats were…something else lol- we were insane ngl but anyways how have you been? (also still gonna call you pet names since technically we’re still married <3)

I've been good! I'm on a trip right now, but I got my ears pierced last week, and also 4 months ago a stray cat that I was feeding had kittens- so I took her and the kitties in.

I raised them for 8 weeks then gave the mama and all but one kitten away. He's a tuxedo, so I named him Penguin.

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Not quite a prompt but I feel like Wayne Munson is that guy who does that typical Dad thing of claiming he doesn't like the family pet and proceeding to love it the hardest. Like, Eddie will bring home a scruffy looking stray cat (and jokes that he's going to name it Wayne) and Wayne complains that it'll make a mess and its Eddie's responsibility - but buys it food when he goes grocery shopping and puts an old sweater of his in a box so it has a warm bed to sleep in anyway. Eddie comes home to see the cat curled up on Wayne's chest as he takes a nap. Idk Wayne is a caretaker at heart and so is Eddie. Eddie brings home the cat, and then the hellfire kids, and then Steve; and Wayne grumbles but is 100% all in on taking care of them if they need it. Idk I just love the Munson boys and their big hearts

Wayne Munson is no stranger to strays in his house. It started when a young Eddie with freshly buzzed hair and a tear stricken face ended up on his doorstep no parents in sight. Wayne of course took him in with no hesitation and it was just the two of them for a few years.

One day it's storming hard at the trailer park and Eddie is looking more worried than usual, he's always been a bit afraid of thunder. Suddenly, before Wayne can stop him, Eddie has bolted out of the trailer into the storm. By the time Wayne has found his coat, a soaked Eddie has come back cradling what looks like bits of fabric. Wayne holds out a towel to Eddie who reveals his holding a small, scruffy looking grey kitten.

"Now where do you find that, son?"

"He's been meowing around the trailer for the last couple weeks, I've been feeding him scraps and I couldn't leave him out there."

"Well, I guess he can stay, but just til the storms over, don't need another mouth to feed."

The rain lasts two days and by then little Toothpaste had settled in with his own little cardboard box and an old sweater of Wayne's that he reluctantly gave Eddie for the cat. Toothpaste never does leave the trailer and despite Wayne saying they'd only keep him until he was big enough to look after himself Wayne would be the cat food and treats at the grocery store and ask the grocer for any left over fish bones. Once Eddie had come back to the trailer after Hellfire to find Toothpaste curled up on Wayne's chest, the next day Eddie had joked that he should be renamed Wayne Jr..

Toothpaste would thankfully be the only feline stray that would join their little family but soon Wayne would meet the gaggle of young teens that Eddie had pseudoadopted. He took a particular liking to the young redhead girl that he knew lived across the park from them and would often offer to teach her about cars whenever her mom was away.

The last stray that Wayne Munson would find at his door would be the most surprising. It was another stormy night when the Munsons heard a knock at their trailer door. Eddie was finishing drying the dishes and so Wayne had answered the door. He had not expected to see a broken and bloody Steve Harrington on the other side. Now Wayne knew that Eddie had become friends with the Harrington boy despite Wayne being wary knowing the boy's father. But knowing the boy's father meant Wayne didn't have to be a genius to figure out who had given Steve the black eye and broken nose.

Wayne had ushered the wet and shivering boy inside, straight to the bathroom where he sat him on the toilet and took out their med kit. Eddie had trailed behind them, instantly worried seeing Steve's face. Wayne had started cleaning Steve's cuts by the time Eddie caught up to them.

"Sweetheart, what happened?"

"My-My parents came home and um, I think they kicked me out, Ed's." Steve's words had slurred together, he clearly had a concussion.

"Well you're welcome to stay here as long as you need, son."

And both Munsons knew that this stray would probably never leave either.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Scrappy Huntress

Pairings: No romantic pairing. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and The Scrappy Huntress. 😉

Summary: The Winchesters might end up with a new member of Team Free Will.

Warnings: None. Only fluff. Figurative and literal fluff. Very brief mentions of blood.

Word Count: 1.5k+

A/N: So, I've been struggling with my mental health a bit lately and I've been having a hard time finding inspiration to write my next chapters for my series.

So, chatting with my daughter, I told her I wanted to write something super fluffy for Dean and she suggested Dean and a kitten, and this idea grew almost immediately, so I wrote it.

Hoping that getting out smaller drabbles like this will kick start inspiration! I'm sorry to those waiting for chapter updates!! They're coming, I promise. ❤️

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"Just leave it, Sam! If you pay attention to it, it's never gonna go away." Dean scowled down at his giant baby brother, who'd compressed his massive 6'4 frame down into a crouch in order to pet the scrawny kitten that had taken up residence just outside their motel room door.

Sam shook his head and looked up at Dean. "It's been outside since we got here yesterday, Dean. I don't think it's being fed. It's obviously a stray, let me bring him in and give him a bit of food and water."

"No!" Dean said vehemently. "I know you, Sammy. You bring that damn thing in, and before you know it, we'll be putting up lost posters and spending the next week searching for owners."

Sam just let his eyes plead for him and Dean was quickly outdone by a skinny black cat and big puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh!" He growled angrily. "Fine, bring it in, give it some milk, then back out it goes."

Sam scooped up the kitten quickly before Dean could change his mind and walked into their motel room.

"Most cats are lactose intolerant, milk might upset his stomach," he argued.

"How do you know it's a he?" Dean asked as he followed Sam into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Huh." Sam said, contemplating. "I don't actually know."

He turned the kitten upside down to check and the fluffy feline let out several long mewls at the undignified treatment.

"I was wrong, it's a girl." Sam corrected himself. Turning the kitten right side up, he scratched her ears for a moment as compensation for his rude behavior.

"Who's a pretty little girl?" He questioned nonsensically as he nuzzled her soft fur.

Dean rolled his eyes and plopped down on the bed, leaning his shoulders against the headboard, still dressed in his big brown leather coat and boots.

"Feed her and put her back outside so we can get back to figuring out why two perfectly healthy men have dropped dead out of nowhere in this town in the last week. I'd like to finish up and get back to my very comfortable bed."

He slapped his hand down against the lumpy motel mattress aware that he'd gone soft ever since they'd found the bunker a few years ago.

"You know, I was thinking..." Sam began and Dean rolled his eyes.

"No." He answered curtly.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say!" Sam protested.

But Dean was already shaking his head. "I know exactly what you were going to say, and there's absolutely no way we're taking that flea infested thing home with us."

"She's not flea-infested." Sam defended her. "And she could make sure we don't see any more mice scurrying down our hallways."

"No, instead we'd just see a little runt kitten running around that we'd have to feed and take care of. We're not exactly home-bodies, Sam. Who'd look after the thing when we're on the road?" He shook his head again. "We're not taking it home."

Sam pouted slightly. "She's a 'she' not an it."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So if SHE can't drink milk, what are you going to feed her with?"

"I'm gonna run over to that little corner store down the street. They probably have cans of cat food." Sam answered as he brought the kitten over to Dean.

Sam tried to pass the kitten to him, but Dean held his hands up, palms out. "No way, I'm not holding that thing, it's gonna pee on me, or scratch the shit outta me."

"SHE is not going to pee on you, and dude, are you telling me you're seriously afraid of the world's tiniest claws? Man, you fight werewolves!" Sam said, incredulously.

Dean frowned and lowered his hands allowing Sam to set the tiny ball of fluff there.

"Yeah, well I shoot werewolves. You telling me I can silver-bullet her if she starts scratching?"

Sam shot him a look and Dean huffed out a sigh. "Kidding, kidding. Sheesh."

"I'll be fifteen minutes, tops. I bet you can keep her from attacking til I'm back." Sam said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean said waving his brother out the door.

As the door closed behind Sam, Dean looked over the tiny black cotton ball that he had gripped in his hand.

He adjusted the kitten slightly, not wanting to squeeze too hard. He could feel it's tiny little ribs beneath his fingers, and it's heartbeat slamming fast against them.

Dean's face softened slightly. "Its okay, I won't really shoot you, promise." He said quietly.

He readjusted again so the kitten could sit fully in his palm, and he could hold it in place with his other hand.

"Man, you really are a runty little thing, aren't you?"

The kitten blinked up at him with wide blue eyes. "I thought cats had green eyes." Dean said out loud, unable to stop the compulsion to rub his thumb over the cat's tiny head.

As he did, a sudden rumbling purr started up and when Dean petted her again, the kitten chased his thumb, rubbing up against it and then nibbling on the end.

Dean snorted with humor as she rolled onto her back in his hand, batting at his fingers with all four feet.

"Ooh, you're a scrapper." He moved his fingers forward to pet her black and white speckled belly and chuckled in spite of himself as she spread her four paws wide before closing them tight around his hand and "attacking".

He ferocious bites turned quickly into licks, her rough tongue scraping across his callused fingers. She let him pet her belly for real, and soon she was purring very loudly and falling asleep on her back, outstretched in his hand.

Dean continued to stroke her belly and found himself relaxing deeply as he listened to the, soothing rumble coming out of the tiny little creature.

He held her like that until Sam came back with the cat food and woke her up so she could eat and drink.

The brothers chuckled together as the kitten scarfed the wet food, emitting endless "threatening" growls while she ate.

When she was finished, Dean merely rolled his eyes as Sam pulled out the small tray and bag of litter he'd bought, "just in case" Dean agreed to let the kitten stay in the room over night.

"It looks like it's gonna rain, she'll drown out there." Sam reasoned. "Look, we'll keep her safe tonight and then bring her to an animal shelter tomorrow, okay?"

Dean was still frowning, although both of them knew he was going to let the kitten stay.

"Fine." He said with a sigh.

They spent a couple hours working on the case. They thought maybe they were hunting down a crossroads demon, collecting early on demon deals, but they needed more info. They just knew both victims had been newly wealthy and died very suddenly under strange circumstances.

As they looked things over, they were occasionally distracted by the little furball tearing around the room, attacking their shoelaces and puffing up to hiss at the "other cat" in the floor length mirror that hung on the outside of the bathroom door.

Despite his reluctance to encourage his brother, Dean couldn't help but laugh when the kitten's fur stood on end, and she arched her back, jumping sideways and then bouncing around on her back legs.

Finally deciding to call it a night, the boys took their turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Dean called dibs and bounded in there before Sam could complain that two grown men shouldn't be relying on dibs to decide things.

When it was Sam's turn he decided to jump in the shower, taking a bit longer, since there was no one waiting on him. Going second had its perks.

When he finally came out, clicking the bathroom light off, he chuckled softly to himself at the picture in front of him.

Dean was sprawled out on his stomach, lightly snoring. One knee was bent, and his arms were wrapped around the pillow he was laying his head on. Curled up in the crook of his elbow, the little kitten was fast asleep as well, no doubt enjoying the warmth of the soft breaths Dean was emitting.

Sam shook his head. He knew Dean would cave, they were definitely taking that little fluff ball home with them.

***

Hours later Dean woke up to the sound of loud scratching and he moaned and buried his face further into his pillow.

"Sam, make that stupid cat stop scratching!" He mumbled out sleepily to his brother. There was no response and the scratching continued.

Finally he sat up, angrily turning to Sam, planning on waking him from his comfortable sleep and forcing him to deal with the misbehaving kitten.

But as he looked over at his brother's bed, his blood ran cold. Sam lay, seemingly paralyzed, his eyes the only part of him that was moving, shooting around the room, panic-stricken while blood seeped from his nose and mouth.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out as he leapt from his bed. He grabbed his brother by the shoulders and shook him uselessly before jumping up, throwing on the lights and starting to search for a hex bag; this had to be witchcraft.

As he started looking through all the cupboards and under the bed, he began to feel himself stumble. It felt as though all his muscles were stiffening up and he crashed to the floor, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth.

He looked over to where the kitten was still scratching at the cheap wood paneling in the room. He tried to pull himself over, but he felt his arms become wooden and he couldn't move.

All he could do was watch as the kitten scratched a hole in the worn paneling, and batted at something inside. With a growing sense of disbelief, Dean blinked slowly as she snagged her claw in the top of a hex bag and then tossed it into the air as she shook it free of her claw.

She then pounced on it, batting it back and forth. Finally she attacked it fully, wrapping it up in her paws and kicking it hard with her back feet.

As she gave a particularly hard kick, the bag tore open and the contents spilled out.

Suddenly the sensation zoomed back into Dean's arms and legs and he coughed up and spit out the last of the blood that was in his mouth. He crawled quickly to the hole and pulled out a second hex bag, whipping out his lighter and burning it. He stood up and tossed the burning pouch into the bathroom sink as he heard Sam coughing and shifting around in his bed.

Dean leaned against the bathroom doorframe, sagging slightly, his muscles still a bit weak.

"You good, Sammy?"

Sam nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Dean wiped away the blood that had dribbled down his chin, watching as the kitten batted at some of the bones that had spilled out of the hex bag, seemingly disappointed that her fun toy had popped.

He shook his head and turned to Sam with a grin. "Told you taking that kitten in was a good idea."

***

Late the next night, they were getting ready to head out. They'd dispatched a mother-daughter witch team that had been grifting rich guys and taking all their money before slipping them a hex bag and a slow death. Apparently they'd figured out there were hunters in town and decided to do away with them the same way.

As they packed up the room, Sam scooped up the kitten. They'd been too busy all day to get her to a shelter, so she'd just stayed in the room and had seemed to make herself very at home.

Sam set her down on Dean's bed and she bounced over to his green duffle bag and climbed inside. As Dean turned back to shove in another pair of jeans, she circled around two or three times before snuggling into one of his plaid flannels, half tucking herself into the pocket.

Dean let out a sigh and carefully tucked the jeans in beside her.

"So..." Sam prompted. "Shelter?"

Dean shot him an unimpressed look. "You know I'm not sending the cat that saved our lives to a..." he lowered his voice to a whisper, "...an uncertain future."

He let out a put upon sigh. "Nah, this scrappy little huntress is just coming home with us I guess."

Sam beamed. "But what about when we're away?"

Dean shrugged into his leather jacket and carefully picked up the sleeping kitten before he answered.

"Well, who knows, maybe she'll like car rides. I'll make her cozy and see what she thinks." With that he tucked her into one of the upper, inside pockets of his thick jacket.

She let out a small mewl. "Whatcha think, Huntress?" Dean asked, petting her head and smiling as she yawned and then nibbled his finger.

"She says she's a badass panther, and she's good."

Sam chuckled. "Does she?"

Dean nodded as he shouldered his duffle bag, careful not to jostle the sleeping kitten in his pocket.

"Yep, and when we can't take her with us, Cas can cat-sit."

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Shadow

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFCs

Warnings: Fluff, just soooo much fluff, brothers being brothers, kittens.

Word Count: 2600

Summary: Sam finds a stray kitten.

Hey! I've written something! The last five months have been kinda crazy, but I promise I have more things in the works. This fic is unbeta'd so please excuse my tense issues. A special thanks to @synmorite and @writethelifeyouwant for dealing with this absolute fluffy nonsense from me. This was meant to be a drabble... but it got away from me. Inspired by this post

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It started with just one kitten. Sam was out on his morning routine, when he spotted the kitten, hiding (poorly) in a bush next to the bunker. He approaches it slowly, high pitched cries filling the air. Sam searches for a mama cat, or even siblings, but the kitten appears to be alone and abandoned. It couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, and fit in the palm of Sam's hand. It was a little mangy, dark fur matted and gunk in its green eyes. 

It purred as Sam held it close to him, the little thing had to be starving.He wraps the kitten in his sweatshirt, and makes the unwise decision to sneak the kitten inside. Once he has the stowaway safely in his bedroom he quickly opens his laptop and Google's 'what to feed

an abandoned kitten.' A small meow comes from the kitten, having unwrapped itself from the hoodie, and is now toddling across Sam's bed, clearly seeking his attention. 

He sneaks into the kitchen, trying to find something that will satiate the kitten until he can get to a store and buy proper food. There's some canned tuna-- who knows how old it is but figures that's better than nothing. He thinks about getting some milk, but remembers from the search that cows milk is actually bad for cats, that water is better. He finds a saucer, Men of Letters had all kinds of china stashed away that he or Dean hardly used and scoops a bit of the tuna onto it, and fills a bowl full of water. 

Dean eyes him suspiciously when they run into each other in the hall, but doesn't say anything. When Sam returns to his room, the kitten has made itself at home, curling up on his pillow, kneading the sheet, and purring loudly, well, he supposes this is his cat now. Dean's gonna be pissed, but his rules always involved dogs, not cats, Sam reasons, and puts the saucer and bowl on the bed, and watches as the strong aroma makes the kitten's head perk up, sniffing the air before clumsily making it's way towards the food, and chomping away. 

"Guess we need to get you a name," Sam's wonders outloud to the kitten, who is currently focused on the food in front of it. "Shadow?" He tests, it's not that original, he knows, but what else could he name it, Snowball? He even looks through a pet name finder, but 'Shadow' is the only thing that seems to stick, and he figures it could work for a boy or girl. 

A knock on the door startles Sam, and throws his hoodie back over the kitten in a desperate attempt to hide it. Dean's eyebrow furrows as Sam answers the door doing his best to make himself look like he's not done something wrong. Dean tells him that Jody's asked for some help on a case, a milk-run, but they've been going through an abnormal calm: they haven't had a case in weeks, and Dean has started to get antsy. Sam declines, he's enjoyed the quiet, plus, now he's got a kitten who needs him. Shadow nearly reveals himself by letting out a meow, and Dean seems to want to question Sam, when instead a loud, boisterous sneeze leaves him. Crap, Dean's allergic, Sam always thought he was lying about that.

"It's probably 'cause this place hasn't been cleaned in ages," Sam excuses. "Not since Mrs. Butters…"

"Yeah, well, it's not like we can hire a cleaning service," Dean sniffs.

Sam promises to clean from top to bottom while Dean's away, also formulating a plan to keep Shadow's presence a secret until he can figure out the right time to tell Dean. Dean says he'll be back in a few days, a week at most, and within a few minutes the roar of the Impala's engine fills the garage, and Sam knows he and Shadow are safe. 

"You almost got us caught, buddy," Sam chuckles as he uncovers the kitten, small remnants of tuna cover the kitten's face, he scratches the top of Shadow's head, as he laps at the tuna still on the plate. 

By the time Shadow's done eating, his little belly has rounded, and he climbs into Sam's lap as he continues researching, making lists of what he'll need to buy, and even starts looking into the local vets. He's glad he told Dean that he would stay behind when Jody called for backup on a case, he won't have to explain why he's suddenly bringing in loads of pet supplies. 

He decides to bring the kitten with him to the pet store, figuring the workers may be more equipped with helping him get the right products to make sure Shadow is getting proper nutrition. The kitten curiously inspects the car when Sam sets him down inside, sniffing loudly and even pawing at the dangling keys as Sam starts the engine. Shadow eventually settles on his lap, quietly napping as Sam makes his way into town. 

He pulls up to the pet store, and makes the realization that he has nothing to keep Shadow in while they buy supplies. He supposes that he could just carry the kitten, he only weighs a few pounds, if that, and he wasn't too squirmy, and figures that's his best option. The young girls are immediately in awe when Sam walks in with Shadow, the kitten letting out the tiniest of meows, clearly trying to bring even more attention to the pair. 

He doesn't even know where to begin. Food he rationalizes is probably the best place, Shadow, as much as he seemed to enjoy the tuna, probably needs something with more nutrition, and Sam remembers one search telling that abandoned kittens, especially those who are extremely young, need formula. Sam stands in the aisle, overwhelmed by the choices, until a woman closer to his age sees the confused look on his face. 

"You need some help?" Heather, the tag on her shirt reads, and Sam turns to show her Shadow, and proceeds to go on for nearly five minutes about how he found the kitten and doesn't know the first thing about taking care of a cat. When he finally takes a breath, Heather chuckles slightly, before showing him the basics. She gets him a small buggy, and helps him start to fill it. Formula and a syringe to feed him, wet food, dry food, food bowl, a fancy water bowl with a filter, a flea and tick bath after Sam tells her that as far he knows the kitten's only ever lived outside. She suggests gently wiping his eyes until a vet appointment can be made, and even gives Sam the local vets number.

They get to the section Sam was dreading most, litter boxes. Heather tells Sam that most kittens don't need much training to use the box, but expect a few accidents, especially once confirming that Shadow is, in fact, a boy. Heather then leads him to the toy sections, pointing out cat trees and other things that Shadow might have fun playing with. she even suggests that if Sam wanted to put in the time and effort, he could even train the kitten to eventually go on walks, though he thinks that may be a little too much.

By the time they're done, his cart is full, and Shadow has migrated from the crook of his arm, to being perched on Sam's shoulder, or at least he was until he lost his balance and made – what Sam felt had to be a terrifying for the kitten (and not for him) – six foot drop to the floor. Shadow just looked up at him and meowed  as if he was saying "I'm okay!" The girl behind the checkout counter struggled to suppress her laugh as Sam coddled the kitten, shushing him and giving him soft pets, almost like he was calming an upset child.

Heather assures him that Shadow will be fine, that young kittens are a little wobbly on their feet and falls are going to happen. Sam offers a half smile to the girl behind the counter, making her blush, as he continues to fuss over the kitten.

An hour later, Sam's set up a cat tree in one corner of his room, a litter box in the other, and gave Shadow a bath. The kitten was skinnier than he thought, and he wondered how long he'd been alone outside. Sam rummages through the bag to find the kitten formula, Heather suggesting that he could use it to supplement Shadow's diet between portions of wet food. He carefully mixes everything together, and grabs a small bottle, and Shadow immediately takes it, suckling down the whole thing in only a matter of minutes.

That night, Shadow ignores the plush bed Sam bought for him, opting to lie down so that his head rested on Sam's shoulder, kneading him gently and purring loudly.

By the time Dean returns, Sam has unfortunately forgotten that his brother doesn't know about the kitten until he starts sneezing every five minutes.

"I thought you were going clean, Sam," Dean grumbles between sneezes. He had cleaned, but then Shadow decided to escape Sam's room, and honestly, it's a miracle Sam found him.

"I heard the pollen is really bad this time of year," Sam says, hoping that Dean will buy that it's something that he carried from Sioux Falls and not the kitten stashed away in his room. "Maybe you should wash all of your things again and see if that helps?"

"I was in Baby for 5 hours and didn't sneeze once, Sam. In fact, I felt fine until I walked into the library," Sam mentally berates himself, he and Shadow spent practically the whole day in the library yesterday. Shadow explored every inch, and even laid down on the table while Sam did research. 

Another week goes by, and Sam, unbeknownst to Dean, had been slipping Benadryl into Dean’s eggs. Sam did his research, certain pet allergies can lessen or even go away once a person has had enough exposure (and he figures a few anti-allergens couldn’t hurt). Sam even lets Shadow roll around on one of Dean’s shirts when he’s gone. Sam hates keeping Shadow locked away but until he can acclimate Dean to the idea of a cat in the bunker, but until then, it’s Sam’s room only. 

Dean’s been acting strange, Sam’s noticed over the last few weeks. Suddenly buying cans upon cans of Tuna, something Sam knows he hates. Sam never sees the tuna being eaten, and yet one by one the cans disappear. Maybe he’s sneaking into Sam’s room and feeding Shadow when Sam’s not around? Maybe this is Dean’s way of telling him that he’s figured out about Shadow, but is too stubborn to say anything. After a second shopping trip, again returning with an obscene amount of tuna, Sam decides to call his bluff.

“Here,” Sam slides the tuna sandwich over to Dean. “I always thought you hated tuna, but you’ve been getting so much of it lately, I must’ve been wrong all these years.” Dean eyes the sandwich warily, they both know the only thing he hates more than tuna is turkey bacon, and Sam’s sure that he would rather eat that than admit that he knows and has been taking care of the kitten in Sam’s room.

“I’m good,” Dean excuses, though they both know there’s only one way out of this particular situation. “I just– I figured it’d be good to have more shelf-stable food around here. Never know when the fridge could break or the power could go down…”

Sam chokes back a laugh, the greatest minds in the world built the bunker, it was dormant for over 50 years and everything worked just as it should. They barely even understood how they got power, water, Sam’s still not entirely sure how the wifi worked there. 

“So if we somehow lost power, you’d be willing to eat tuna everyday until we eventually die?” Sam asks skeptically. “Admit it Dean, you bought these for Shadow.”

“You know about Shadow?” Dean asks, confusion laced in his voice.

“Of course I know about Shadow! He’s sleeping in my room right now.” 

“Um, no,” Dean’s brow furrows, “he’s in my room, waiting for his lunch.”

Had Dean actually been sneaking Shadow out of his room to secretly feed the kitten? Did he think that Sam wasn’t feeding him enough? But if Shadow was getting twice the amount of meals, he should be putting on more weight. Dean gestures for Sam to follow him, scraping the tuna off the bread, and into a bowl. Sam rolls his eyes and follows behind Dean, waiting impatiently for him to open his bedroom door, and free Sam’s kitten.

When Dean opens the door, the sight on the bed surprises Sam. There is a kitten sitting on Dean’s pillow that looks nearly identical to Shadow, but Sam’s spent enough time with his kitten to know that this one isn’t his. Dark fluffy fur, but the giveaway is this kitten has golden eyes as opposed to Shadow’s green ones. They must be siblings, and a pang of guilt fills Sam; he should’ve looked harder, but there were no signs of a mama or other kittens.

“I found him outside a week ago, figured that we could give him a home. Just been trying to find a way to see if it was okay with you.” Dean picks up the scrawny kitten, who lets out a high pitched meow. “I couldn’t get him to eat anything, so the girl at the pet store suggested tuna.”

“That’s not Shadow,” he states dumbly, unsure of what else to say. Dean looks at him curiously before Sam makes his way to his own room, Dean following closely behind him with his own kitten. Shadow is sitting on the edge of Sam’s bed when he enters, something he loves, knowing that he seems to recognize his footsteps. “This is Shadow,” Sam states as Dean walks in.

“I knew you were hiding something in here!” Dean accuses. “You know I’m allergic to cats, Sam! I could’ve died!” Sam can’t help but laugh, clearly Dean had forgotten that he was also hiding a cat, and was even at that moment, holding a cat in his arm.

“Yeah, your life has clearly been in danger this whole time,” Sam chortles. Shadow jumps down from the bed, landing with a soft thump and umph, and Dean’s Shadow squirms in his arms. He wriggles around until Dean finally lets him down, and the two brothers immediately begin to play– one Shadow chasing the other Shadow around.

“Well, one of us is going to have to change their cat’s name,” Dean states matter-of-factly. “We can’t both have kitten’s named ‘Shadow.’ I’m the oldest, so my Shadow keeps his name.”

After three rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Dean concedes to changing his Shadow’s name. An argument ensues when Dean picks a new name. He, like Sam, hadn’t given much thought to a name outside of Shadow. Dean even tries to compromise that they both change their respective kitten’s name, but Sam refuses. He’s had his kitten much longer, and his Shadow has already begun responding to his name. As the kittens settle down, curling into each other, Dean announces that his kitten will become Shadow II.

Sam rolls his eyes, but accepts the new name. As the kittens drift off, Dean makes a comment that takes Sam by surprise, “do y’think there’s more out there?”

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[lostinthe-jojos]

Keisuke hears you talking to Shinichiro about wanting to adopt a cat and he takes matters in his own hands

Jadgjkkafj anon I love you so much

***Keisuke is like 11-12 here

Keisuke had gotten used to be around the couple. He had always admired Shinichiro and when he introduced him to his girlfriend, he liked her almost as much.

He liked it when the couple would invite him and Shinichiro's siblings for a treat or for game nights. And it was one of those nights when he heard the couple mention wanting to adopt a kitten.

"I like the idea," Shinichiro said, much to Itzel's excitement, "we should start getting stuff for the kitten and look for one"

That's when Keisuke's plan started.

He'd hang out with Itzel, visiting pet shops and buying stuff for the kitten she and Shinichiro were soon to adopt, bombarding her with questions. What type of cat will you adopt? Have you had cats before? Do you like to play with them or have them laze around?

She should have guessed what was going on in his mind back then, when two weeks later he appear on the doorstep of her's and Shinichiro's shared apartment, with a holed box in his hands.

"Is Shinichiro here?" he asked.

"No, he went grocery shopping, what's wrong, Kei?"

He considered coming back later, he would have liked to see Shinichiro's reaction too... But he decided against it and gave her the box.

"Keisuke, what's this?" She asked retrieving the box from his hands and inviting him to come inside, "something moved," she said and stared at the boy, "this better not be another of your pranks—"

"It's not, just open the box!"

She squinted her eyes at him, trying to look for an ounce of mischief in his face and did as he asked when she could find nothing.

She cooed when she saw a small, black kitten inside the box.

"Is this why you've been asking so many questions?" She asked and held the kitten close to her chest, the tiny animal purring loudly.

The boy nodded and smiled. She loved the cat, he didn't know why he was so nervous.

"Where did you get it from?"

"It's one of the strays I feed," he said, "I've kept him in my room for a almost a month but his mom never came back and— I thought he'd be better with you and Shinichiro"

"You're an angel, Kei," she said and pulled the kid in for a hug, "thank you for the kitten"

"I'm back—Keisuke?"

"Shin! Look what Keisuke brought for us!" Itzel said lifting the cat for her boyfriend to see.

He walked to them and gently scratched the cat's forehead with one finger, smiling.

"It's purring so loud," Shinichiro commented.

"He's such a sweetheart, we gotta name him," she said, still hugging Keisuke with one arm.

"How 'bout you name it?" He asked the boy ruffling his hair.

"I've been calling him Yoru," Keisuke said.

The name fitted him, with his all black fur and bright, big, blue eyes.

"Then Yoru it is"

And I've already gotten carried away, sorry.

[solar-pxwered]

Welp.....I've been feeding a little stray kitten for weeks now at my job and today I noticed she got very skinny over the past few days so I caught her and took her to the vet for wormer and flea treatment.

We had a great snuggle time on the way and she is purring and relaxed and happy and I can't just put her back on the streets so...

Everyone, meet Jolyne.