[It really hadn't been as tough as she'd expected to get the shelter to let her foster the cat for a couple days and see if she falls for him. Back home, the shelters had had such impossible asks - nuclear family, long term relationship, backyard, the whole nine yards. Things seem a lot more relaxed here, maybe because they're living in Central Horrorsville USA.
So here she is, carrying a cat in a crate who she has already mentally named Macaroni (at least for now) and is half in love with, pushing the door of her apartment closed with her foot. Putting down the crate, she crouches in front of it, eyes on the cat for a moment, voice soft as she speaks to it.]
Are you gonna claw my face off, baby?
[Whipping her phone out, she shoots a text off to Jack.]
( He's pretty sure the wait is exactly what expecting fathers feel, and he's only like 40% sure he's exaggerating. He's not even the cat dad, he's the cat uncle, but still. He's got a shameless appreciation for all things warm and fuzzy — or... warm and hairless, and he's particularly invested in this one.
When the text comes in, he swipes a reply quickly and doesn't even notice the autocorrect. )
Iguana
( Translation: I'm on my way.
Annnnd like forty seconds later he's Kramer'ing his way into her apartment like a classic episode of Seinfeld, mindful to shut the door behind him quietly so he doesn't spook it. )
Aww, it's- a crate.
( A crate that he stoops down in front of to peer into the dark. Two lamplight eyes peer back at him. )
[Abby isn't startled when Jack just shows up in her house, mostly because she's a little paranoid so she knows his footsteps, and she just glances up at him with a big smile on her face.]
We were waiting for you. I thought you might want to be here for the big reveal.
[She shuffles a little bit to one side when he comes over to crouch down beside her and peer into the depths of the crate.]
Hah. I just asked him if he was gonna claw our faces off, but his answer was pretty difficult to translate into human speak. Unless you know what "myawww" means.
[A little elbow jostle, and she puts her fingers on the catch of the door.]
You wanna get behind me when I open this, just in case? I think my luck's a...whisker better than yours.
( A whisker; Jack shakes his head and makes the sad trombone sound. That's the worst, absolutely terrible. )
Nah, I'm one eye patch away from being full-blown pirate, I'll take my chances.
( He'll settle in eagerly beside her awaiting the offical Cage Door Opening.
Once it's open, Macaroni blinks lazily at them, then slowly makes his way from the cage. First thing's first: a casual, leisurely stretch featuring some downward-facing-cat, followed by a soft mrow, a purr, and an attempt to rub his hairless body up against whatever appendage of Abby's he can reach.
There's a silent pause, and then Jack factually declares: )
I had to use it after missing out the other night, okay?
[She gives him a gentle jocular elbow in the upper arm, and leans in to look at the cat again as he comes in closer and declares that he's going to risk it. So she opens the door, because he's an adult and can make his own eye-related choices, and Macaroni comes out of the cage.
The cat looks like a wrinkly demon spawn, but he stretches and meows and purrs and rubs his little hairless body on her hand, and the immediate instinct is to scritch him behind the ears, which just elicits more purring.]
Oh. Oh no.
[Tilting her hand, she gives him a few under the chin scratches and he lifts his head to expose his neck.]
Oh no, look, he trusts me with his neck already. I would also die for this cat. Oh my god. I'm so glad we got that laser pointer.
( Yeah, okay, making up for the missed pun opportunity (oppuntunity? opperpunity?) gets a pass this time — that's what his expression seems to suggest, anyway, in that last flickering second before they both turn their eyes to their new bundle of joy and... skin flaps.
He reaches out to give the little guy a soft pet down his spine — feels weird, but not in a bad way. )
Oh shit, I forgot about the laser pointer. I might actually get diabetes from that.
[Well, at least she gets a pass on that one. The least she could ask of her closest friend here.]
Right? This cat is gonna love it so much.
[There is so much she's not considering right now, like the fact that ADI housing doesn't allow pets or how she's going to pay and take care of a cat or anything else, and she could not care less, looking at this cat.]
And I'm gonna love this cat forever.
[The little cat starts to venture out of the crate, curious, sniffing at the ground and their hands.]
( He'd happily put her fears to rest about at least one part of all that. It's his duty as a cat uncle to help provide for Cat Care. It's not like he's got bills or anything. The housing is free, his cell was free, people keep feeding him for free. He basically only spends money on books and coffee now, he just works to have something to do with his time. )
So it is decreed.
( He declares decisively, as Macaroni hops down to go exploring like he owns the place, dragging himself along their legs on the way. Evidently he deems the place worthy, because after a few seconds of curious exploration, he jumps back onto the bed to start lazily kneading his claws into her blanket.
From that point on it pretty much becomes just... hanging out, petting a cat. Not a bad way to pass an evening. It's nice when the most excitement he gets for the day is something as simple as breaking out the laser pointer. )
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...a couple days later.
So here she is, carrying a cat in a crate who she has already mentally named Macaroni (at least for now) and is half in love with, pushing the door of her apartment closed with her foot. Putting down the crate, she crouches in front of it, eyes on the cat for a moment, voice soft as she speaks to it.]
Are you gonna claw my face off, baby?
[Whipping her phone out, she shoots a text off to Jack.]
guess what
I have a cat
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When the text comes in, he swipes a reply quickly and doesn't even notice the autocorrect. )
Iguana
( Translation: I'm on my way.
Annnnd like forty seconds later he's Kramer'ing his way into her apartment like a classic episode of Seinfeld, mindful to shut the door behind him quietly so he doesn't spook it. )
Aww, it's- a crate.
( A crate that he stoops down in front of to peer into the dark. Two lamplight eyes peer back at him. )
So, you think he's gonna claw our faces off?
( Same brain, the two of them, apparently. )
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We were waiting for you. I thought you might want to be here for the big reveal.
[She shuffles a little bit to one side when he comes over to crouch down beside her and peer into the depths of the crate.]
Hah. I just asked him if he was gonna claw our faces off, but his answer was pretty difficult to translate into human speak. Unless you know what "myawww" means.
[A little elbow jostle, and she puts her fingers on the catch of the door.]
You wanna get behind me when I open this, just in case? I think my luck's a...whisker better than yours.
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Nah, I'm one eye patch away from being full-blown pirate, I'll take my chances.
( He'll settle in eagerly beside her awaiting the offical Cage Door Opening.
Once it's open, Macaroni blinks lazily at them, then slowly makes his way from the cage. First thing's first: a casual, leisurely stretch featuring some downward-facing-cat, followed by a soft mrow, a purr, and an attempt to rub his hairless body up against whatever appendage of Abby's he can reach.
There's a silent pause, and then Jack factually declares: )
Wellp. I would die for this cat.
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[She gives him a gentle jocular elbow in the upper arm, and leans in to look at the cat again as he comes in closer and declares that he's going to risk it. So she opens the door, because he's an adult and can make his own eye-related choices, and Macaroni comes out of the cage.
The cat looks like a wrinkly demon spawn, but he stretches and meows and purrs and rubs his little hairless body on her hand, and the immediate instinct is to scritch him behind the ears, which just elicits more purring.]
Oh. Oh no.
[Tilting her hand, she gives him a few under the chin scratches and he lifts his head to expose his neck.]
Oh no, look, he trusts me with his neck already. I would also die for this cat. Oh my god. I'm so glad we got that laser pointer.
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He reaches out to give the little guy a soft pet down his spine — feels weird, but not in a bad way. )
Oh shit, I forgot about the laser pointer. I might actually get diabetes from that.
( Totally worth it. )
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Right? This cat is gonna love it so much.
[There is so much she's not considering right now, like the fact that ADI housing doesn't allow pets or how she's going to pay and take care of a cat or anything else, and she could not care less, looking at this cat.]
And I'm gonna love this cat forever.
[The little cat starts to venture out of the crate, curious, sniffing at the ground and their hands.]
Hi Macaroni.
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So it is decreed.
( He declares decisively, as Macaroni hops down to go exploring like he owns the place, dragging himself along their legs on the way. Evidently he deems the place worthy, because after a few seconds of curious exploration, he jumps back onto the bed to start lazily kneading his claws into her blanket.
From that point on it pretty much becomes just... hanging out, petting a cat. Not a bad way to pass an evening. It's nice when the most excitement he gets for the day is something as simple as breaking out the laser pointer. )