AN: This story, my first one, is dedicated to IvoryDoe at DA, who drew the picture that inspired this. It has the same name as the story. Sorry it took so long to write.
Edit: Fixed a couple grammar errors.
Arthur Beeman had been investigating crop circles when he found it.
His equipment had started acting… wonky, for lack of a better word, and he'd looked to find out why it wasn't working properly, only to find it tangled in the wires.
"It" being a small, orange kitten with black stripes.
He had taken it out, gotten scratched for his trouble from the squirming, set it down on the ground, then gotten back to setting up.
He had turned around and found the kitten sitting where he had left it, watching him curiously.
He had ignored it, but it seemed like every time he turned around, even if he was in a different spot, the kitten was sitting there and staring up at him.
Finally, he made a shooing motion with his hands and told it to leave, stating that he had very important work investigating possible extraterrestrial phenomenon.
If he were the sentimental type, he would have thought it had a hurt expression on its face as it left. But cats can't have those kinds of expressions.
Hours later, as he scanned the skies and checked his equipment, he heard sneezing. Which led him to finding a bunch of kids hiding nearby who, after some glaring and bluffing (because he couldn't actually punish them), admitted to faking the crop circles as a joke.
With them was the kitten, which had caused one of them, who had mild allergies, to have a sneezing fit, which led him to finding it.
Again, were he sentimental, he would have thought it looked smug as he made the kids put his stuff in his rented van.
The next day, as he put his suitcase in the trunk of the rental, he turned around saw the kitten was behind him once again.
He picked it up carefully with both hands and they stared at each other. Beeman cocking his head, somewhat confused as to why it kept following him, to the side and the kitten copying him.
"I travel quite a bit," Beeman finally said to it, "So you'd have to come with me."
The kitten mewed in reply, a happy expression on his face.
It was while listening to a Foo Fighters song on the drive back to the airport where he left his ship that he gave the creature a name.
Judging by the purring, Roswell seemed to like it.