Hey people, how are you? Good? I'm surprised that I got comments on my last story, so thanks so much to you guys! Here's my second story.

Hiro: 4 years old

Tadashi: 10 years old

"Hiro Hamada. What the heck is that?" Tadashi Hamada points to the bundle of dirty white fur in his little brother's arms.

The young boy looks down at the fur as if he just saw it. His eyes widen. "Um, he's my cat…"

Tadashi face palms. "We have Mochi, you know."

Hiro does his signature teary puppy eyes, making his almond eyes larger than normal. "PLEASE… I found him on the street…in a box…he'll die without me!"

Tadashi buries his face in his hands and groans. It's so hard to resist… but he must… but he can't. Hiro's eyes are too cute and too adorable to be resisted. "Alright, alright. But YOU are responsible for him, got it?"

The younger Hamada does a little victory jiggle. "Yes! I'll do everything for him! Baymax could help me too. I bet he knows a lot about kitty cats!"

Tadashi doubted that he added the word 'kitty cat' to the inflatable robot nurse's database. Maybe he should do that before Hiro did something stupid.

"I'm gonna give him a bath. Ooh, maybe a bubble bath…" Hiro mumbles as he waddles off towards the upstairs bathroom.

"Here, I'll hold your cat. You go get some towels." Tadashi offers, though he's never held a cat before.

"Okay!" Hiro shoves the white cat into his brother's arms and skips off, on the lookout for towels. Tadashi sighs once more and looks at the cat properly this time.

The cat was filthy with muck stuck to his pelt, but you could tell he was a white and fluffy cat underneath. He had dark, sad eyes that nearly melted Tadashi's heart. Bits of the cat's ear was torn off. Possibly from a dog attack.

Tadashi moved to pet the poor creature, but at the split second, the cat swiped its claws at Tadashi's hand. He hissed at the older Hamada fiercely. Tadashi recoiled in surprise. The thing was not as innocent as he looked.

After a bubble bath, Hiro's kitten was wrapped in multiple layers of towels and given a leather collar with a shiny jingle bell hanging from it.

"Aww…" Hiro coos. "Look at the little guy! He's so cute with his little bell around him!"

The cat was kept a good distance away from Baymax. No matter how much he liked 'hairy babies', they still had sharp claws that could puncture him easily. Hiro planned on finding a puppy for Baymax instead.

A little tune drifted up the stairs as Aunt Cass strolled upstairs to greet her boys. She grabbed her nephews into a bear hug, only to hear two grouchy grunts and a loud meowing screech.

"What… AWWW… it's a little kitty! He's so cute!" she exclaims.

"Can we keep him Aunt Cass, please?!" Hiro begs, cuddling the cat.

"As long as you don't neglect Mochi. You know how he can get." Cass laughs.

Hiro's cat nuzzles him and purrs. "Mochi has Baymax. I have this kitty." The four year old tickles the cat's whitish belly.

"Hairy baby! Hairy baby…" Baymax says as he pets a content Mochi. He sees Hiro's white cat. "Hairy baby the second. How interesting."

Hiro pouts adorably. "No Baymax. We can't call my kitty Hairy Baby the Second. It's too long and I won't be able to remember it."

Tadashi groans from afar.

Aunt Cass squeals. "How about Jingles?"

Hiro ponders for a moment. "Sushi?"

"Marley?"

"Doggie?"

"KitKat?"

"George?"

"Fred?"

"That's not a good idea!" Tadashi calls at that name.

"Momo?"

"Max?"

Hiro gasps, exposing his tooth gap. "I know! How about Maxbay?!"

"How creative." Tadashi murmurs, cradling his scarred hand.

Maxbay it is.

Okay, if I get lots of good comments and favs and follows, I'll continue! See ya!