A/N: Tired. 2 AM. Viola.
The day the kitten was introduced, Lewis knew that his days just got a lot harder. Being the proud cat that he was, he was disdainful of the tiny fur ball that his Slaves brought back to the den. How could they not consult him on this big decision?
It didn't provide stimulating conversation. It had no manners or personal boundaries. All it did during the day was sleep, eat, and use the sand box. It was just a burden on Lewis and his poor Worshipers. They spent all they're time trying to get it up and running. Waste of time, Lewis thought.
After a few days of this, Lewis was sunning, when the Fur Ball jumped up, ran over and shouted "Hiiiii! I'm Simon! What's your name?"
Lewis just sniffed daintily, and turned away. This did not deter the pest as he just started swiping at Lewis' tail. Lewis bore this in silence till he couldn't take anymore. "Cut that out!", he snapped.
"Finally! I wasn't sure you could speak!"
"Me not speak? Look at you! You're just a hairball!"
"Yes, but I'm ADORABLE!" The Hairball opened his eyes as wide as they would go and just stared at Lewis. A strange feeling bubbled up in his chest. It was creeping up his neck and Lewis burst out laughing. A moment later Simon joined in. Laughing so hard his little body shook.
When the hysterics died down, Lewis looked at Simon and decided maybe it wouldn't be so bad with Simon around. Maybe this kitten could liven up his boring life