A/N: Soooo, recently I was re-watching Shrek and couldn't help but think of how Puss doesn't really have that big of a role in the movies. I've always been a huge fan of Puss and watching Shrek Forever After and how the drink turned Shrek human gave me an idea.

I'm not a very good writer but I do try my best to write and contribute to the fanfiction world so that people in the future won't complain how there's not enough of certain ships or something! I decided a random OC would be best for this story, seeing as how Kitty Softpaws doesn't really exist in the Shrek universe? Plus, Puss doesn't really have anyone in the movies, anyway – he's just a sidekick/friend on a journey.

But this time, it's his time to shine once again!

Anyway, this might be more of a short story than anything: it's just to put my ideas down and it'll be wrapped up quickly! Nothing too adventurous for my amateur writing self! NO rude or mean reviews, though! They're not appreciated but you're welcome to provide any constructive criticism if you have any! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the image for the cover, nor do I own Shrek or Puss either! The only thing I do own is my OC and the idea? Kind of.

Chapter One:

Puss sat alone behind the door that separated him from the other folks in the Poison Apple bar. Now that he was with Shrek, no one dared to ask him to do any villainous activity. And with all the gold coins he had been given from previous jobs, he was able to do whatever he wanted.

He had a room in the bar all to himself, with all the milk he could want – he was very much what they would call 'a free gato'.

Lifting his hat up, he brought up the small shot glass filled with milk to his lips. Taking a lick, he purred.

"Ah, now this is good leche," he mumbled to himself in satisfaction.

Just when he was about to stick out his tongue for another taste of the creamy delicacy, the door swung open and banged against the wall. The sudden noise caused him to jump five feet into the air, back arched and hair on end as he screeched loudly.

Doris stared at him with a drawn eyebrow. "Uh-"

"Do you have no manners, woman?! How dare you enter my room?" Puss declared, dusting off his hat and placing it atop his head again. His emerald feline eyes glanced down at the spilt milk and he huffed, his shoulders drooping. "And now look at what you have done! You have destroyed perfectly good milk!"

Doris rolled her eyes. "Well, I would say I'm sorry but I only came to give you some more of the good stuff."

"Good stuff, ey?" Puss raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the bottle the very unattractive...female was offering him. The label looked quite different from the milk he always purchased. He stuck his feet up on the table, crossing one boot over the other.

"And what is it about this 'good stuff' that makes it so special, huh?"

"If you wanna know that, you might wanna come out and ask her yourself."

Her? he thought, suddenly confused. He didn't know of a 'her' in the town of Far Far Away. Of course, he was friendly with all the females, human or not, but none that he was very interested in to offer or accept a drink with.

Puss eyed Doris from head to toe before using a paw to beckon her forward. When she was near him, he grabbed the milk bottle. Inspecting it, he hummed to himself.

It does not look poisoned, he thought. That is a good sign in itself.

"Who is this other gato that dares feed me?" he asked, narrowing his feline eyes into slits.

"I don't know? She said it was for you and then left. So I thought you'd like it 'cos...well you're a cat, aren't ya?" Doris shrugged. "I think she's gonna be back, so you can ask her that question when she comes."

Doris' assumptions weren't very reassuring.

"So, you are not 100% sure, si?"

Doris rolled her eyes. "That's why I said 'I think'."

Puss stroked his whiskers in deep thought. On one hand, he didn't want to drink whatever it was that was brought in. But then again, Doris was very capable when it came to drinks and it was brought in at the Poison Apple Bar too.

It wasn't as if it was found in a trash with any warning signs.

When Doris opened the door to leave, he caught sight of a rather good-looking female cat who eyed him with a mischievous grin.

"Holy frijoles," he muttered in awe, staring at her with wide eyes. It turned into a grin of his own when he hummed.

Perhaps it was her? he thought.

"Doris, do you not think her beauty makes her seem trustworthy?" he asked randomly. Doris glanced at the cat he was looking at before turning around. She scoffed, her eyebrows drawn tightly together.

"Beauty?" She let out a loud, scary honk that resembled a snort. "Who're you kidding? I caught a glimpse of that cat and she was as ratchet as Cinderella!"

He looked at her, dubiously. "You're crazy and blind, woman! Cinderella is a beau-"

"Oh, hush. I'm just sayin' that that cat," she pointed at the pretty, black cat, batting her long eyelashes at him, "was definitely not the one that left that bottle."

He stroked his curly whiskers, humming to himself in thought.

In that case, I guess it is up to me Puss in Boots to investigate! he thought, straightening his shoulders and adjusting his hat.

He got up, the new milk bottle in hand and walked past Doris, the other hand grazing the handle of his sword settled in his belt. He eyed all the customers that sat, chatting and drinking. Walking slowly, he approached the female cat, stroking his whiskers with the other hand.

"May I ask if you ordered some milk for me?" he asked, seductively. The cat looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Uh, no?"

"Oh." He wasn't disappointed – oh no, his gut feeling was telling him that he should be wary. All the orange fur on his body stuck up as his eyes flit from side to side.

"But, I think I should have. You are quite good-looking."

"No, Senorita, that is you. Perhaps I should be the one buying you some leche," he said, adding in a sly wink for effect.

"I honestly don't know what you see in him; he's a naked cat who loves to role-play." Doris stood watching them, cleaning the inside of a big jug as she did so.

Puss hissed at Doris, his green eyes narrowing into annoyed slits. "Do not mess with me!"

The female cat giggled a little at this, giving him a smouldering look over the martini glass she was holding in her paw.

"Well, I think you are cute, naked or not."

Puss shot Doris a 'Ha, take that!' look, one corner of his lips curved up in a mischievous smirk. But, even though he wanted to greatly focus on the beautiful feline, the cogs in his mind were more focused on something else.

The smirk disappeared from his face as he realised: whoever had come into the bar and placed the leche, was gone. He stared at the bottle in his hand before casting a glance at Doris who shrugged.

"It's just milk, pussy cat. It's not like you're gonna die or anythin'."

He stood there for a brief moment before glancing at the female cat who's name he still didn't know.

"Shall we share this leche, then?" he offered.

"Leche?"

"It is Spanish for milk, beautiful," he said, inching closer to her.

She giggled. "I don't drink milk, actually."

Puss was shocked. What kind of cat does not drink milk!? He thought, flabbergasted. He tried to recover and maintain a neutral expression.

"Well, perhaps you just have not found the right person to drink it with."

"My, aren't you smooth?"

Puss chuckled. "So I have been told." He then pushed the bottle closer to her, and she eyed it with her bright blue eyes.

"Hmm, you are very tempting. But, this is more of a case of I cannot drink milk."

His eyes widened; that made more sense to him. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his furry neck.

"My apologies, senorita-"

"Call me Selena."

"Selena," he tested the name on his lips and then grinned. Getting the attention of the ladies was not a hard feat – he knew he was pretty good.

"I have been ignorant. But perhaps you will join me for dinner, then?"

She smiled at him, eyes glinting with something playful and flirtatious. With a finger, she tapped his nose.

"Of course, but not tonight. I am a busy kitty, you see," she said with a wink.

After paying, she got up and walked out of the bar, the scent of her still lingering next to Puss.

"I will see you again, Selena!"

She only waved over her shoulder without giving him a second glance. He sighed.

Though he was a ladies-cat, it was still difficult to get a proper date.

Everyone was busy these days.

Everyone but him.

Shrek and Donkey didn't have any new or recent problems to deal with so Puss usually hung out with them at dinner and parties. They still had their own lives to tend to, though, so that meant Puss was usually left alone, doing his own thing during the day.

He would help anyone in need, and often helped out at the orphanages. He loved the place which only reminded him of his Mama and even Humpty.

Puss sighed; Humpty would have loved the life he had in Far Far Away. If he was still around, they could have been having the adventures of a lifetime together.

He shook his head. He didn't want to dwell on the past anymore. Life was quite relaxing, with good milk and beautiful ladies.

Too relaxing.

Effortlessly jumping off the high stool he was sat on, he casually walked back to his private room. He shut the door and eyed the bottle in his hand. He wanted to drink it, but did not fully trust it either.

Perhaps I should wait for the cat to come back. It is not mine to be drinking, he thought, playing with the label absentmindedly. The more he was putting it off, the more tempting it was becoming.

Every time he would glance away, his eyes would dart back to the bottle.

No, I should not!

But only a sip…

No! his mind screamed.

The internal debate continued for a few seconds before a growl left his lips.

"There is no use. I must take a sip," he said in desperation to no in particular, tilting the bottle to pour himself a shot.

Sticking out his tongue hesitantly, he tasted the cold drink. He slapped his lips together a couple of times to figure out it's texture and sweetness.

All of a sudden, the creaminess hit him and he purred in delight, despite himself.

"What was I fearing? This is just very good milk!" he scoffed, shaking his head.

With that, he took the bottle and chugged it down, unable to stop himself from divulging in the creamy goodness. He hadn't indulged himself like that in a long time – he was always able to control himself.

But something about that milk...it made him want more.

He slammed the bottle down with a loud thud after emptying it. With a satisfied sigh, he wiped his lips with a paw, leaning back against his chair.

"Now that hits the spot." He patted his stomach in content, smiling to himself when all of a sudden his stomach rumbled. Puss stared down at the culprit.

"I just filled you! What is it you want, belly?!"

It only rumbled in response. And what was unusual, was that he could not really feel the rumble. That usually told him it was not hunger. He rubbed his forehead in irritation. He was suddenly too tired to want to deal with anything.

"I am talking to my stomach. I have officially gone loco," he declared to the air. After a few seconds, his eyes became droopy as the vision around him started to blur.

"Huh, it seems I am going blind now, too."

Before he could really pin-point what was going on, he was out cold.