The company of Cats – By Pochi-chan
The doorbell rang, and Pochi-chan's ears perked up. Oooh, boy, he did love the doorbell! Especially 'cos it meant that someone was behind the door! Pochi-chan bounded up to it excitedly, barking his cute, little bark.
His owner, Kiku, gave him a pet on the head before opening the door. Pochi-chan ran up, yipping and ready to be petted when he paused. He knew that smell. What was it?
Cat.
Pochi-chan growled and bounded at the group of cats, snapping his jaws at them. He swiped and bit and growled but there were too many (freaking six!) and they swarmed him! He gave a helpless wail in defeat until two familiar, small and soft hands took him around the middle, lifting him out of the fray.
Phew, that was a damn close one! Ah, there was that tired-looking man that Kiku seemed to talk about a lot! Pochi-chan wagged his tail. He liked this man, even if it did mean cats all the time.
Pochi-chan was carried to the living room and put on his owner's lap. He gave a happy sound as he was stroked softly by his kind owner, and lay about, lazily.
"What brings you here, Girisha-san?" Asked his owner.
"I missed you too much, Japan. And please, can we call each other by our human names?" Requested the lazy man. That made the hand on Pochi-chan's fur falter. Obviously, this man had said something wrong, so Pochi-chan set his glare-with-a-promise-of-a-painful-death-and-a-thousand-suns-raining-down-on-you glare on the man. He barely seemed to notice, his eyes fixed on owner as they discussed this seemingly important matter.
Pochi-chan lay back into his owner's comfy lap and gave a yawn, but he was startled when his owner jumped and the hand froze. Pochi-chan looked up in confusion. The lazy man - Heracles, Pochi-chan had found out - was leaning over. Was Heracles eating his master? That's what it looked like.
Pochi-chan had to leap to his feet when his master pulled back in distress, tears forming in his eyes. Heracles leaned in, wiping the tears away.
Master was displeased? That meant it was time for another go with the glare. Pochi-chan was about to give his glare of death for the second time when his owner threw himself on the lazy bastard, tipping Pochi-chan right off of his lap. He let out a yelp of indignation and looked back up at his owner.
Oh.
He got it now. They were performing an act of reproduction. At least, that's Pochi-chan thought, considering the fact that his master now had his cloak hanging off his shoulders and a leg hooked around Heracles, their lips glued together. And the funny noises of 'Mmm!' and 'Ungh!' sounded a little suspicious and un-innocent.
Pochi-chan slunk away in neglect. He turned and saw the cats he'd battled (heroically!) with, earlier. They all had that look of neglect to them as well.
"Even?" Pochi-chan asked.
"Even." They nodded. We settled down together for company. Well, judging by the underwear flung our way, we'd be around each other a lot more often.
The end
A/N – Weeellll? Opinions, please? I don't know, me and my sister each wrote a story from Pochi-chan's point of view for each other to read. She did AsaKiku (Hate!) and I did Giripan (Sister hates!) and we're going to read each other's. That way, we're both out of our comfort zones!
I liked the part about the doorbell, best.