Part of the 100 challenge, number 23! I was actually inspired by someone who did this with Vlad, and it was so cute. All characters belong to Butch Hartman, but the kitty belongs to Danny, heehee.
"Mom? Dad? Jazz?"
Danny poked his head into the house…no one replied. He knew no one would be home, but he wanted to make sure. He breathed a sigh of relief, and walked inside, making sure to keep the box safely tucked under his right arm. He headed to the kitchen, and put the box on the table for the moment.
He opened the cabinets, looking for the right-sized bowl. He wanted everything just perfect for this occasion…a tad silly, now that he thought about it. Ah well, at least no one knew about it. He would simply die of embarrassment. He found a round silver one, and plucked it out. He placed that on the table next to the box, and then headed for the fridge.
During the second search, he reminisced of how he got into this situation. It had been yet another deadly fight with the ghost hunter, Skulker. As per the norm, Danny kicked the metallic moron's behind, and sucked him inside the Fenton Thermos. However, right after the battle, he'd heard a strange noise…
The noise's home had been destroyed by Skulker. Yet Danny felt a sense of guilt as well. He glanced around, to make sure no one was watching, and then collected a few things in the area to help it out.
Back home, in the present, Danny found a good long bottle of milk. He popped off the cap, and poured a generous portion into the bowl. He recapped, placed the milk back in the fridge, and thought the situation over again. Maybe he should make two trips…he shook his head, deciding to cut the time that would take in half. He grabbed the box, place it under his right arm, and then carried the bowl. It was then an awkward, fumbling journey up to his room.
Only afterwards did he think of going ghost to make it easier, and promptly smacked himself on the head.
He placed the box on the floor of his room, right next to the bowl of milk. He gently lifted the top of the box off, and slowly grabbed whatever was inside. He fidgeted, and managed to get it on the carpet. "There you go…eat up, I guess."
It mewled in response, and began to loudly slurp up the milk.
Danny chuckled, and began stroking its ebony fur. "I'd love to keep you…I hope no one's allergic to you. Man, I've never even had a dog!" He paused. "Well, there's Cujo, but I was kind of referring to the alive canines…"
Another mew, and the animal sat up straight, beginning to lick at Danny's fingers. He shook his head, laughing. "Hey, that tickles!"
He tried to think of a good speech for his family to convince him to keep it. But he'd also make them promise not to tell anyone he had it.
With the ghosts, he'd lose all respect.
Tucker would make sure he'd never hear the end of it.
The school would make him a laughingstock.
Vlad…heck, Danny himself had once made a suggestion for the villain to get this same pet. That'd be a kick to the head if he knew.
There was one more person he didn't want to know about this creature, and for a very good reason.
Danny began to scratch behind her ears.
"Welcome home, Sam."
End.