It had been a terrible day.
Three of Vlad's finest employees had called in sick, one of his experiments had gone haywire, and worst of all, someone stole his lunch from his office.
What a birthday, he thought as he stormed down the hallways in the castle, searching for his room. And to make things worse, he couldn't find Danny.
He thought about his first birthday with the boy, when Danny had first suggested that he get a cat. He laughed at the thought. Danny had been making the same joke ever since, telling him almost every day good facts about cats, such as their ability to minimize stress around the home. Vlad had always retorted with the simple fact that Danny was already his stress relief, making Danny himself blush furiously and leave the room.
When he finally came to the double-doors that led to his master bedroom, he smiled at the thought of a nice night of sleep. Upon opening the door though, he was fortunately mistaken.
There, sitting in the middle of his bed, was Danny. What made his breathing hitch, though, was not Danny himself, but what he was wearing. The younger man was wearing what appeared to be kitty ears that looked extremely real, along with a pair of bright red leather hot pants. Oh his lower arms were furry white gloves to match the ears, along with white boots that made him look like the ultimate cat. Around his neck was a red collar reading property of Vlad Masters on a small nametag.
"Daniel, what on earth are you- what are you wearing?!" He asked the boy. Danny only smirked and tilted his head to the side.
"Happy birthday, Vlad, you finally got yourself a cat."