A/N: Something that hit me as I played with my cat. It's probably full errors, but I just wanted to write it. It started off in my mind as something kinda funny and turned into this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my laptop... and of course MY CAT!
It could be considered an error in judgment by many. She supposed it wasn't one of the better things she'd done, but there was something fundamentally likable about the man. It was no wonder he was loved by everyone. Well, except that one man, who bunked with him.
But something told her this man, commonly referred as "Smeghead", didn't hate the lovable man as much as he said, and vice-versa.
He was the stupidest man she'd ever seen, but as she said, there was something about him that you couldn't help but love.
Yes, she loved this man who'd fondly named her Frankenstein.
He was noble. She knew this from the fact that he was hiding her down in the hold, talking all the while how in eighteen months, when he got out of stasis, he'd come get her and her kittens and take her to that farm on Fiji, with horses and donuts.
And as she purred and meowed at him, rubbing against his outstretched hand, a feeling of foreboding came across her. He wouldn't be out in eighteen months. She'd never see him again. So she nuzzled him and mewed at him, begging him to stay with her and her soon-to-be-born kittens. But he just smiled that goofy smile and kissed her softly, assuring her he'd be back sooner than she knew.
As he left she felt the start of labor. He wouldn't see the babies be born. He wouldn't help her. She mewled sadly.
When they were born, she would tell them of this wonderful man. This man she loved. This man that had rescued her from the streets and taken care of her, and now sacrificed himself to this "stasis" for her. She would tell.
Because, after all. It's always the stupid ones you love the most.
My cat loves me and I have no idea why! haha But I love her, too, so it's all good!