Doug wants a cat and doesn't understand when Tom says he already has one...
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"I want a cat."
Four words spoken suddenly, out of the blue; a completely random bit of information. At least to Tom Hanson it was. To Doug Penhall, it was probably the most important thing in his life at the moment.
""Yeah-?" Tom replied cautiously, not sure what he was getting himself into.
"What do you mean yeah?" Doug asked. "I want a cat. We should get a cat."
"Doug, I don't-"
"Please," Doug broke in, making sure his voice was high-pitched, with an extremely lame attempt at Tom's infamous pout.
"Cats are-" Tom started, trying to reason with Doug at how bad an idea getting a cat would be. Cats were what, though? Messy; Doug was messy. They needed food. A lot; Doug needed food. A lot. They left fur ever- Tom stopped for a second; the fur being left everywhere would fit into the messy category. Okay, so they were messy and needed food. And so did Doug. Tom didn't need a cat; he already had Doug. The older man loved Tom's attention and giving attention, he was messy, needed food and could be annoying. All were traits of a cat. So why did Tom need one?
"But Doug," Tom whined, jutting out his lower lip. "I already have a cat." That would definitely confuse Doug.
"You do?" Doug asked, surprised. "Where?"
Tom made his way over to his boyfriend, smiling playfully. He wrapped his arms around the other man and whispered. "Not a real one. I don't want a real one."
"But then-" Doug started, but Tom cut him off, "You're like a cat, though."
"So I'm a cat now?" Doug chuckled. "Thanks."
"No seriously," Tom replied, "Think about it; you are messy, love attention, beg-"
"If I beg enough," Doug broke in, "And gave you plenty of attention, and made it messy-" A smile played on Doug's lips as Tom looked up at him curiously. "Then could I have a cat?" he finished.
"What?" Tom asked, confused. He didn't understand-
"Oh," Tom replied, smiling mischievously; he understood now. "You'd better make it fucking awesome then," he whispered. "And then; then we'll see. 'Cause havin' a cat is a big responsibility and-"
"Yeah, yeah, Tommy, quit your naggin'" Doug replied, grabbing Tom around the waist and pulling him over his shoulder; Tom squealed in surprise and Doug laughed, "C'mon Tommy, let's go get me a cat."