A/N: I'm having some writer's block with "Issues" so I wrote this instead. : D Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I keep forgetting to add these. -- I don't own Sweeney, I just borrowed him. :3 And I made up the little ball o' fluff. :'D
Meow!
Sunday was always a slow day, and this was no exception.
There hadn't been any customers today, so for the past hours, Sweeney sat in his room. He alternately polished his razors and stared at a picture of his wife and baby daughter.
Lucy… Oh, how he missed her. That bastard! Rage bubbled inside him. He'd get his revenge soon enough. He fingered his precious razor, imagining it slicing the judge's throat. Ah, yes, revenge. He couldn't wait.
And Johanna… As much as he didn't like Anthony (actually, he hated him), if Johanna was in love with him, he didn't really mind. After the judge was dead, he'd spoil her and be the father he could've been.
He sighed. He just felt so…alone. He hugged himself, pretending it was someone else comforting him.
"Meow…"
He perked up. What was that? It almost sounded like a…
"Meow…"
He frowned. It seemed to be coming from under the wardrobe. On his hands and knees, he crawled over and peeked underneath.
A little ball of fluff was curled in a ball. Sweeney guessed it couldn't have been more than four weeks old. Where was its mother?
"Meow…"
It's probably hungry. What do kittens eat? He thought. Hmm. Milk? And maybe a little bit of meat, if its teeth had grown in yet.
Standing, he hurried out of his shop, ran down the stairs, and hurried into Mrs. Lovett's shop.
"You alright love?" she asked, concerned. He looked frantic.
"I'm fine," he said. "Do you have any milk?" He grabbed a spare pie off the counter, not bothering to ask.
She nodded, a bit confused. "Why love?"
He narrowed his eyes. "It doesn't matter. I just need a saucer of milk."
"Alright then." She poured the milk into the saucer. "Try not to spill it," she warned. "Milk's becomin' expensive these days."
He nodded, pretending to listen, then took the milk and pie back up to his shop.
Carefully, he set the milk in front of the wardrobe, and took some of the meat out of the pie. He tore it up into little pieces and put it next to the milk.
Within a few minutes, the kitten was curious, and was poking his nose out from underneath its hiding place. After a little while, he started to lap up the milk, and sniffed the meat.
Hesitating, Sweeney started to pet the gray kitten. Not long after, the kitty began to purr.
Sweeney smiled. Maybe he wasn't so alone after all.