I offered to write this for someone, so here it is, this cute short Ninley fanfic
(PLs review)
"We named a Chimaera after you. The fat lazy one," Sam says to me.
I snort. "I must see this fat lazy beast at once," I say. "Show the way, nerd."
It wasn't quite what I was expecting. The chubby orange fur ball compares little to the badass wolf I had pictured in my mind, courtesy of its name. He fixes me with a look that says "What the hell do you want?", which isn't far off from what he was thinking, along with thoughts of meat and sleep and everything a last person (or Chimaera) would think.
"You weren't kidding," I say, "This is one fat and lazy cat."
I kneel down and reach out to pet his fur. He's lazy, but not slow. He rakes his claws across the palm of my hand and hisses, fur on end, he runs away.
"Damn cat!" I say some more curses too as I wipe the thin lines of blood forming on my hand.
(Months later and to hell with the war, just forget that.)
The cat sits there. Watching me. Staring as I peacefully watch TV. I take a quick glance. Still watching me.
Please please please please please is all he's thinking. He knows I can hear his thoughts. I look over at him again and he somehow got puppy dog eyes. It's sorta creepy on a cat.
I'll leave you alone for a week
I cave, because that offer is so worth it. "Fine, you shitty fur ball."
I pick up the cat around the belly and walk over to the wall.
Stanley meows.
I begin to walk up the wall with my Legacy and when I reach the ceiling, plop myself down and place Stanley on my lap. I huff.
This cat hates me. Like, with a passion. But he will bug me to death on hanging upside down.
Stanley swipes his paw in the air, trying to catch some floating dust.
"Dumb cat," I say as I pet his head.