Hi There! This is my first fan fic story so I hope its okay. Please R and R. I'm going to update as much as possible.
Chapter one: Sunday Morning
Craig's POV
*Beep, beep, beep* I groan as I extend my arm to flick the switch on my alarm. Rolling towards the edge of my bed I swing my legs onto the floor and stretch. Hmm I have an hour before work I guess I should get my shit together.
My name is Craig Tucker, I am 17 years old. I'm 6 ft 3 and thin with choppy black hair which sweeps slightly over my right eye, speaking of eyes mine are a greyish blue colour I also have my left eyebrow pierced which covers a scar I have in the same spot that I got in elementary school. Tomorrow, I start junior year at South Park High School, am I nervous? In most ways, no. I mean I've been in high school for two years already so for the most part I'm used to this, however this year is the beginning of prepping for the SATs and starting to think about College and all that jazz. Now that makes me nervous.
Stumbling towards the bathroom I pause to greet my Guiney pig Stripe the second, the first Stripe passed away earlier this year, and recently I saw this little guy at work and decided to bring him home. I have a short shower that helps me wake up a bit; pausing in front of my wardrobe grab a dark blue sweat-shirt and a pair of greyish black skinny jeans and throw them on, usually I dress a lot nicer than this but I work in a pet store so I'd prefer to wear things that I don't mind getting dirty.
I wander down to the kitchen and make myself a toasted bagel with cream-cheese, tomato and capers as the spread and an aloe juice from the fridge. I then prepare Stripe's breakfast, there is no fucking way that I'd just feed him pelts that's complete bullshit not to mention lazy. After I'm finished my own breakfast and served Stripe his; I check my phone, realising I've got to be there in 20 minutes, I grab a jacket, throw on boots and throw my backpack over my shoulder and run out the door. As I start walking down the street, I pull out my phone and dig my earphones out of my pocket. I start scrolling through my phone's music library, Hmm there it is I click on Velvet Underground and select their first album, the first song is exactly what I'm looking for 'Sunday Morning' starts playing as I quickly sing along with Lou Reed under my breath. It takes 15 minutes to get anywhere in South park just by walking, so I get there just as my shift starts and begin to feed the animals and clean their cages before opening up the store.
The clock clicks over to 4pm just as I close up shop. It was a pretty quiet day, although that's most days in South Park. I hang back for a bit to keep the animals some company, I won't be able to work as much now school is going back. I've been working full time over summer break and even though I'll still be working whenever I can, I'll miss the little guys regardless.
Shortly after beginning my walk home from the mall I hear an awful ruckus. A panicky continuous meow, a guy cursing and the sound of rustling plastic about 3 houses ahead of me I see a large beefy man with a moving garbage bag walk out of his drive way and down another couple of houses to an empty lot a minute later he disappeared back into his house. As soon as he was out of sight I run to the empty lot and after hearing more panicky meows I found the garbage bag and opened it, a very dirty, malnourished, young looking cat with an injured foot was inside, looking very freaked out. Approaching slowly, and leaning down to make myself as small as possible as to reduce scaring it anymore. I began to reach my hand towards it and quietly assuring it, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, you're safe with me I'm going to look after you." I slowly stroked its matted fur and once it seemed to calm down a bit I scooped it up, wrapping it in my now discarded coat and hurried home.
As soon as I got home I unwrapped it from my coat and began to get a proper look at it. I noticed pretty quickly that the cat was female and looked to be about 6 months old. She didn't appear to be to be hurt anywhere other than her front left paw and looked as if she'd be alright once she'd been cleaned and feed up a bit. This was lucky it meant I could probably hold off getting her to the vet until tomorrow to get her flea, tick and worm treatment, possibly de-sexed (seeing how I found her I doubted she was) and micro chipped and check her out for any other health problems. My mom's a vet so I knew how to treat animals for small wounds and mom could check her for any other signs of injured, illness etc. when she got home. I called her straight away to tell her what happened, telling her the address of the house the cat appeared to be from and to make sure she grabbed the necessary items to house the cat, food, kitty litter, etc. After that I got to cleaning her and treating the wound. Mom got home about afterward through and took over examining and treating her, whilst I set up food and water and the kitty litter tray. Once the cat was treated and fed, I sat with her trying to keep her calm adjust her to her new surroundings and generally just bond with her.
By the time dinner was ready, my father and younger sister came home and the cat was somewhat settled. We decided over dinner to name her Mia as that was the sound she made when she meowed. Once she had been cleaned it became apparent that she had a very pretty calico colouration of black, white and patches of gingery brown. My sister took quite a liking to her pretty quickly but agreed it was probably best if I look after her as I was good with that kind of stuff. After dinner I let Mia explore the house and eventually led her to my room. After sniffing everything and deciding to claim the bottom corner of the bed near the wall as her own she curled up as I went about my business around the room. I wanted to introduce her to Stripe two at some point but decided to wait a couple of days before trying that, as I wanted them to adjust to just seeing each other first. I fed Stripe again and patted through the door of his cage for a bit before getting my school stuff somewhat together for tomorrow and going to bed. Today ended up being quite draining and tomorrow was likely to be too.