Matthew was faced with the most difficult decision of his life. He had gone to the shelter only to look at the animals, only to find the cutest cat he had ever seen. He was a nice brown color with lots of fur. He was very large for a cat. He asked a volunteer to let out the cat so that he could hold him. The volunteer looked concerned as she took him out and put him in Matthew's arms. As soon as Matthew's arms were around him, the cat began to purr. The volunteer looked amazed.
"He usually scratches anyone who goes near him." Matthew looked at the large cat. For some reason, the cat seemed to give off the impression that he was smiling. Matthew tried to resist him, but he was just too fluffy and adorable. He hung his head as he went to the front and got the paperwork. Once the cat was in the large box, he went to his car and drove straight to the pet store. He came back out a few minutes later with two giant bags filled with items. He then went to his home, carrying the large cat inside. He opened the top and the cat climbed out, stretching on the floor.
"Wait one second, okay?" Matthew said to the cat, though he did not expect him to actually listen. He went back to the car and took out the bags before returning to the house. When he went back in, he was surprised to find that the cat was still in the same spot as before. He placed the bags on the ground as he thought about what to do next.
"Well, I guess I'll show you around." He went down the small front hallway to the first door on the right. The cat slowly followed him. The room had a large couch with two small recliners facing each other, the couch facing the large HD television.
"This is the living room. This is where I'll put most of your toys. He then walked forward a little more to enter the door on the left. This room had a small table with a chair on each side.
"This is the dining room. I eat here." He went through and moved to the door on the right side of the room, moving into the kitchen. It had a black and white tiled floor with shiny white countertops and a steel fridge.
"I'll put your food and water in here, okay?" He looked next to him to see if the cat was still following him before going over to the tiny room connected to the kitchen. Inside was a washer and dryer.
"I'm going to leave your litter box in here." Matthew then realized that he had never asked the shelter if he was trained. He eyed the cat.
"Hopefully, you know how to use the litter box." The cat merely looked at him. He sighed before returning to the hallway to go up the stairs at the end of the hall. Once on top, he went to the left and opened the door. Inside was a large bed with a large, stuffed polar bear in front of the bed. Next the bed was a small bedside table. Against a wall was a tall, full bookcase and beside it, a full-length mirror. On the opposite wall was an oak dresser. On the same wall was a large window with long curtains. Matthew gestured at the room.
"This is my bedroom." He stopped as he tried to think of what to do next.
"Well, I guess I'll put out your stuff." He went back downstairs and started unbagging the items. In the living room, he put out a scratching post with a hanging mouse on top and a pole with a mouse tied to it by a string. He put the litter box in the small room and filled it with litter. He then filled the food and water bowls and put them in the kitchen. When everything was out, he settled down on the couch, turning on the cat followed, jumping up onto the couch and settling down. Matthew smiled down at him, softly petting him as they both relaxed.
A few hours later, Matthew yawned as he stretched his arms above his head. The cat raised his back end and also stretched, his mouth opening in an even bigger yawn. Matthew chuckled and picked him up before heading up to his room. He placed the cat on the bed as he went to his dresser and pulled out a nightshirt. He was taking off his shirt when he noticed that the cat was staring at him a little too intently for Matthew's comfort. He picked up the cat and placed him outside the door before closing it. He then finished changing, keeping on his boxers, and went over to his bathroom to brush his teeth. Once he was done, he opened the door to see the cat sitting down, looking a little miffed somehow.
"I'm sorry," Matthew couldn't help but say, feeling a little guilty for some reason. Matthew then settled onto his bed and the cat got up and curled up beside him. Matthew's eyes slowly closed as he went to sleep to the sound of the cat's quiet purring.
Matthew was simply lying there when he suddenly felt a large hand wrap around his hip before slowly trailing under his shirt and up to his chest. It began to play with his left nipple, causing a small, sleepy moan to escape him. A large body began to rub against his back as the hand lightly pinched his nipple. Another hand went beneath the band of his boxers and brushed against his slight erection. The sudden touch woke him up fully and he quickly sat up in bed. He felt the part of the bed beside him, but the only thing he felt was his cat. He heard a sleepy and slightly disgruntled meow.
"Sorry," Matthew apologized."I just had a very strange dream." Matthew laid back down, trying to fall back asleep, but failing. All he could think about was the feel of the large, warm hand on his body. He blushed furiously, wondering where the dream had come from. He bit his lip and tried to force the thoughts out of his head. After what felt like hours, he was finally able to rest.
Matthew opened his tired eyes, feeling something heavy on his stomach. He looked to see his cat resting on him. He nudged the cat off of him, the cat meowing angrily as he slowly stood up. He stretched before making his way down to the kitchen. He opened the fridge to take out the milk only to pause. Isn't the milk in a different place? He then shrugged, concluding that his fatigue was messing with his mind. He took out some ingredients and began to make his homemade pancakes. As he put the food on a plate, the cat came in and sat by the food bowl, meowing imploringly. Matthew put down his food and took out a can of cat food. He opened it and then placed the contents in the food bowl. The cat looked at the food before looking at Matthew.
"What? It's cat food and you're a cat."The cat seemed to sigh before taking a small nibble. Matthew washed his hands before getting his food and going to the dining room. He quietly ate his food before he washed his dishes. Matthew then thought about what he was going to do. He went to the living room and picked up the small mouse rod and turned on the tv. After a few minutes, the cat showed up. Matthew was about to play with him when he realized something.
"I never named you, did I?" The cat merely looked at him as he thought about what to name him. After a few minutes, he finally gave up.
"I'll name you later." He then thought of how he had not told the cat his own name.
"Oh, I'm Matthew, by the way/" He then raised the toy and began bouncing it. The cat eyed it before lazily batting it and then turning away. Matthew sighed before turning off the television and returning to his room, deciding to take a nap. The cat followed him up and laid against him. This time,he found it easier to fall asleep.
Once again, Matthew felt someone large and warm extremely close to his body. He curled up against the nice warmth and thought that he heard a small, deep chuckle. He whimpered a little as he felt the warmth recede and a few seconds later he heard the door creak open. He peeked open his eyes to see someone go into the hall. Matthew was about to close his eyes again when he thought, who's in my house? He quickly got out of bed and took out the baseball bat from under his bed and began to tiptoe down the hall. He was almost down the stairs when he slipped and fell, his arms flailing about. He closed his eyes and prepared to feel his head against the hard floor. Suddenly, he felt a large arm wrap around his waist and pull him up against something warm. Matthew opened his eyes to find that he was practically right against a very muscular, very naked, large man, the only thing in between the two being Matthew's hands on the man's chest. He looked up to see the man's smiling face.
"Privet, Matthew. I am Ivan." At that, Matthew froze as he was unable to think of what to do next.
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