Hello again everyone! I planned on putting this up on Christmas day, but I wouldn't be able to go online. So, I'm publishing it today!
Hope you all like it! Consider this as your Christmas present from me to you. :D Enjoy!
Chris Jericho was having a fine day. Walking down the street, listening to his iPod.
"Welcome down below, down to the devil's show, to be his guest forever.." he sang.
Meow
Chris stopped his singing. He thought he heard something. A little voice. Chris took out one of the earphones out of his ear.
Meow
There! He heard it again. Where was that incessant noise coming from? It was awfully distracting, stopping him from listening to his music.
Meow
"Is that a cat?" Chris thought.
He heard another faint 'meow' from somewhere near a pile of trash, set out on the side of a curb. Chris believed it to be inside, trapped, alone. Maybe even hurt!
Meow
"Yep, it's definitely coming from that pile." he thought out loud.
Approaching the pile of junk and garbage, the meowing became more and more louder, and more faster.
Meow meow meow
Chris poked around the trash, when a little ball of fur was found near a wrapper from an energy bar. He brushed it aside, and found the little kitten curled into a ball.
"Where was it's mother?" he thought.
He reached for the kitten, and as if Chris was the mother of the little cat, it's paw stuck out, reaching for his hand. He picked the little kitten up and cradled it into his arms. It played around with a wire from the earphone that was still in one of his ears.
"Aww.. How cute is this little guy? Cute kitty, soft kitty, little ball of fur.." he cooed. The kitten seemed to like the soft sound of his voice, and looked at him in awe.
"It's cold out here little guy, let me take you home, where it's nice and cozy. How's that?" Chris asked.
The kitten replied with a happy "meow" and Chris took it as a yes.
"Come on little guy, let's go."
"We're here little buddy. Let me put you down.."
He let the kitten down onto the glass table. It's little nails clicked onto the glass, like hail on a window, except, not as loud or violent.
"What do ye got there lad?" Sheamus asked as he entered the kitchen.
"Oh, nothing. Just a little kitten I found out in the cold." Chris replied.
"Well, isn't he the cutest?" Sheamus said, petting the kitty with a finger.
"He? How do you know that it's a he?" Chris questioned him.
"Ye can tell if yer born in Ireland." he answered, with a little smile on his face.
Chris didn't bother asking what that was supposed to mean. Instead, he went into the closet and grabbed a little face towel and wrapped the kitten in it.
"Well, while we take care of him, let's give 'em a name." Chris said.
The two pondered for a while, shooting off names, but deciding that it wouldn't be the right name for it.
"Lightning?" Chris suggested.
"No, it's not even white or yellow, like lightning." Sheamus answered.
"How 'bout Perry?" Sheamus said.
"No! We're not naming him after some platypus from a Disney show." Chris said.
At that moment, Chris's stomach growled. He realized that he didn't have any breakfast today.
"Boy, I sure would go for a poptart right about now. Stupid hunger." Chris said.
"That's it!" Sheamus yelled. "That's what we'll call him!"
"What? Hunger?"
"No dumb-ass. We'll call him Poptart!" He replied.
"That does sound like a good name." Chris commented.
He turned to the little kitten that was staring at both of them, eyes open wide.
"How's that little buddy? We'll call you Poptart! You like that?" Chris consulted.
Meow!
"I'll take that as a yes." he chuckled.
Chris moved the kitten towards it, and gave it a good stomach rub.
"Good boy. I'm starting to believe this will be a great relationship.
The End
Who knew Jericho's hunger could actually do some good?
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