Disclaimer: The following characters are the creations of Jim Butcher and in no way belong to me, however the story is.

Warnings: For the people who haven't read the ninth book, the following story is based on one line in the story.

Cat Trouble

"I don't support the use of recreational drugs in this house." – Dresden

Sometimes, going to Harry's house was like entering a war zone. It wasn't that it was messy or anything, (if anything, the place was kept clean to the point of obsession,) but really, entering the house was risky.

The first time I visited, I was rather surprised by the house. It was like an underground bunker, the door was made of thick metal, and took a lot of effort to move, Harry mentioned that he really should get a new door, I silently agreed. When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was that it was way too clean for a bachelor's pad. When I asked Harry how on earth did he manage to keep such a clean house, he just smiled and said it was a trade secret. Cheeky bastard. Anyways, as I said, the first thing I'd noticed was the cleanliness of the house, the second was the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. I swear, the watcher was burning holes through my body.

I looked around for the source of my discomfort, noting the furniture while I did so. There wasn't anything special, cheap pieces of furniture that looked well used and worn, the place had a homey kind of feeling. Seemed like a decent place to live. As I was about to sit down on the couch, a greyish streak came by, hurling itself like a missile towards our general direction. Harry seemed like he was used to it, and lo and behold, there was a huge grey tomcat staring at me. Scary cat. Man was that one intense stare. Seems like the cat was named Mister, and had adopted Harry. Nice to know that the one with the most authority in here was the cat. Anyways, that cat truly has a freaky stare, hard not to fidget when you were under such scrutiny. Next time, I'll bring a distraction, a mouse would be animal cruelty, Mister doesn't seem to be the type that's easily distracted, so toys are out, now, Mister is a cat, cats like… um… I know! Catnip!

And that was how Carlos passes Mister's test and wormed his way into the cat's good graces.