*I don't own Rick and Morty or it's characters

Okay, so this is my first R&M Fanfic. I'm a huge fan, and thought I'd write about everyone's favorite Cinnamon roll Rick J19z7. There is my enough Doofus Rick fics out there, so I I'm writing what I wanted to read. Originally this was meant to be only a one shot, but then my characters started to flesh out. So, this is the first chap. Not sure how long it will be, but I'll let the readers judge they like this or not. So, here we go!


"Yo ding dong, why do-Ourrgghn't y-y-you clean the to-toilets. Perhaps you'll make friends with some turds."

It was the same old story, Ricks being Ricks. He nodded and grabbed the cleaning supplies from the marked cleaning closet. The crime scene had already been investigated, and now all that was left was to clean up what was left over. Why he ever thought this time would be different was beyond him; he should have never come.

Whatever expectations he held in his youth, had diminished long ago. Yet, every so often, even a small act of kindness sparked hope that perhaps the next day would not be so bad. Perhaps the other Rick's were right, he was an idiot. Only a idiot would return back to the same old job, and continue to do as he was told, with no one who or respected him. It would be expected, Rick's only cared about themselves, with a few of the rare exceptions, especially rare exceptions.

J19Z7 Rick sighed at the sight before him, a shiver of disgust passed through him. It would be hours before the place would look up to code. Half an hour in, the floor looked much better, but the walls, and toilets were another story. Here he was, on a another mission, stuck cleaning the bathroom. He sunk down and sat in one of the cleaner corners, regretting he had even answered the distress call when he could have been at home and not feeling so… Well so much like what went down a toilet.

His fingers appeared prunish from wringing the cleaning rags, his nails soft, his skin dirtied where the gloves did not cover. He hated this, feeling so pathetic, and out of control of his life. Where was the change? The order in his discordant life? Before his thoughts could get too noisy, something broke his self deprecation.

"Meow"

"Oh! Hi ki-ki-kitty. What are-are you doing here?"

Other Rick's would have told the animal to scram, but not this Rick, he welcomed her. "Come here kiiitty, I wo-wo-won't hurt you."

He looked a little different from the others, with his buck teeth and funny hairdo, but he was still one of them. She sniffed the outstretched hand, then rubbed against it, finding the scent pleasing. Perhaps, he was different, if his scent was any indicator. With cautious steps, she approached him, close enough to allow for his gentle touch. Yes, she wanted this.

The curious feline looked about the place, shaking its head in shame. What a mess the place was, and with nowhere to sit, then decided his lap was more than a good enough spot to sit on. A delighted chuckle reverberated through his body. "Did you come to keep me company?"

Licking his hand, she tilted her head. "Meow."

It had been a while since she cared to be in a Ricks company; it felt nice receiving such attention. As one does when such independent creatures graced one with their presence, he bestowed his best of smiles, and appreciated her. The cat purred in appreciation, staring up at him with those hazel eyes. "I bet you-you go wherever you like don-don-don't you? That must be exciting, being in charge of your life. If only….if only you could show me."

Jumping onto his shoulders, the brunette feline licked away a few of his tears, mewling in sympathy. Carefully, he carried the young cat back into his lap. "You're a good kitty aren't you?"

Responding to the head scratch, she leaned into his touch, it's purr reverberating through its body. It did not take long for him to respond in kind to her encouragement, smiling and laughing at her kindly nature. Such a pitiful Rick, she thought, so unlike the Ricks she had known. It had been years since she had seen such characteristics, and she didn't know she would miss it. Lazily, she blinked up at him, nudging his hand, mewling at him if he stopped.

Happily he continued, staring at the small pile of fur. "You're really cute, I wish I could… wish you could come home with me. I bet we-we cou-could be great friends."

As though she understood, her eyes widened, and she mewled at him as though to grab his attention. Such large, familiar brown eyes, staring at him as though he were the world. There was no possibility, though as a scientist he had to keep an open mind. "D-d-d-do," he blushed. "um….do you...can you possibly understand me?"

"Meeooow!"

At first it didn't strike him as odd, such mesmerizing brown eyes locking him into a staring contest, until he really thought about it; his hand stopped moving. "You-you-you.." he swallowed. "you're not a kitty are you?"