This is a fanfic based on a concept from a SUPER OLD fanfic of mine called "Inner World" which is basically a more story-oriented version of Huniepop with Nikki as the protagonist and Kyu being her guide to love, sex, etc. So in that super old fic of mine there was a chapter of Nikki interacting with Momo and Momo cheering a very upset Nikki up.

Every now and again I think of rewriting Inner World wholesale like a few of my other past fanfics but I liked the idea of Momo being like a cat who's adopted by other characters in the cast and so I've begun this lighthearted series of fan fics in the "Momo being an adopted kitty cat" saga. These types of fanfics are generally going to be short, lighthearted and adorable romps for those who likes kitties, catgirls, slight furry humor and the thought of Momo being treated like a real cat even though she's on the kemonomimi side of things.

In other words: things are going to get corny and adorable.

For this fic we'll have our favorite MILF Jessie adopting Momo.

Let's see how this goes...

Adventures in Being a Cat Mom

"I'm sorry to have to bother you with this crap again Beli..." Jessie sighed, chugging down the water in her sports bottle like it a martini. "I don't mean to but-."

"I get it, Jess. Really you worry too much!" poor, naive and childless Beli had to reassure her. "It's good that you're letting your feelings out. I don't mind being that person if it helps you grow as a person."

"Really, you're a better therapist than money can buy..."

Jessie had been doing this a lot lately. Whenever she and Beli would meet up for their walks and runs in the park or when they went for drinks at the bar, Jessie would inevitably go into her relationship with her estranged daughter Tiffany.

They hadn't been close in a very long time. Jessie was more like Tiffany's benefactor than her mother at this point; helping her pay for a few extra college classes and upgrades to her computer that the school wouldn't cover was fine but to have lunch or dinner together and not have the conversation turn into a duel of wits and subtle bitchiness was another.

Recently though and without knowing why Jessie had felt especially lonely...

Talking to her co-stars on set didn't help. Many of her co-stars didn't have kids and those who did she rarely met with anymore because they either started working from home or quit the industry all together in order to be "normal" moms and dads (but thankfully for their kids, the sex ed would be good). Even her manager could offer no helpful advice as all of his kids were no where near Tiffany's age and all working mundane and boring office jobs.

She ended up dumping a lot of her personal bull crap on Beli – the only person willing to listen and who could understand where Jessie was coming from. Though childless herself, Beli was one of Jessie's first friends when moving to this city; she was the one who babysat Tiffany while Jessie was at work and when she didn't have class (back when she was studying to be a lawyer).

When she talked to Aiko about Tiffany, Aiko was more of an informant who told her whether Tiffany was getting good grades or not (and Tiffany was a perfect student). She could only tell Jessie that Tiffany didn't entirely hate her from what she saw of her in class and on campus.

Lola herself was one of those women that would be better off devoting herself to her ambitions and her career instead of having kids. The only advice Lola had given Jessie was the classic 'She'll come around, you're her mom after all!' but it seemed like that day would never come.

Jessie was feeling like an empty nester and the pain was annoying.

It was lonely.

It was cold.

It was bitter.

And unfortunately no amount of drugs, booze or bed mates could make the feeling go away.

"Do you think she'll ever come around, Beli? Tiffany I mean... After she found out what my actual line of work was she's never been the same..."

"That was years ago and while it's not my thing, it's done a lot of good for you." Beli said, searching through her bag to give the grieving mother a spare bottle of water. "You were able to raise your daughter all by yourself. You had help, but in your situation that'd typically be the father or the grandparents..."

"Yeah well her grandparents are shit. As soon as I started making enough money to sustain myself and I could afford to move here, I left without turning back. Haven't contacted them since." Jessie said, searching through her own pockets for a spare cigarette. "I used to tell her it was just me and her. I told her she didn't have any grandparents which is true NOW, but back then I thought I was keeping them secret for her own protection... Maybe that's another reason she hates me..."

"Hate is a very strong word..." Beli offered the woman water, which she took. "It's more accurate to say that you and your daughter have several moral and philosophical disagreements that play a big part in why you don't get along as well as you used to. But even without that, she's grown up. She's BEEN grown up for a long time."

"Sometimes I'm afraid she'll end up like me, you know? I pretty much abandoned home the first chance I got." Jessie opened the bottle of water and started chugging it down.

"It's thanks to your career that you could do that. You were able to give her opportunities you couldn't have."

"And look at the thanks I get! She doesn't think of me as her MOM! I haven't hugged her in years let alone heard her say that she loves me." Jessie continued drinking water as though it were liquor, giving her somewhat of a false sense of drunkness from the act of drinking while in misery. "I'm just the person who's name goes on the FAFSA. I'm the one who pays for things when the school doesn't want to. I'm the one who has to go around asking other people how my own daughter is doing because she won't talk to me!"

"In spite of the details regarding your relationship, all children eventually grow up and drift away from their parents..." Beli said, hoping no one would walk on the path they were on in case Jessie started crying or acting like a true drunk (even though she was drunk on water). "If you miss being a mom, why not play 'mom' to something else? Like... getting a pet or a plant?"

The mere mention of pets reminded Jessie of all of the school fairs and carnivals she and Tiffany would go to and all of the goldfish she'd won as prizes. Obligated to take care of them because neither one could simply abandon them, they'd gotten the aquariums and decorations needed to house the fish but those things never did last very long...

Though as a child, Tiffany never had a dog or a cat... Just various fish that never had names and never lived very long. Every kid asked for a dog or a cat. It was a rite of passage to announce to your friends "I HAVE A DOG!" - it was a huge status symbol. Saying you had a cat less so, but it was still notable.

Jessie had always thought of getting her and Tiffany a little puppy or a kitty but never really found the time. Who would take care of it? Every kid WANTED a dog or a cat wanted one for the sake of having one – a little furry friend that they'd leave their parents to walk, clean up after, bathe and so on.

Jessie herself had a dog as a kid – the family dog of course, not strictly hers. It was a gold lab that got along with everyone in the household. It kept every member of the household company, guard the house late at night when all the humans were asleep, bark at the mailman... Every now and then Jessie thought back on that dog. He wasn't really HERS, but she still partook in dog ownership tasks like bathing the big lug and taking him out for walks (but mostly letting him out into the backyard and hoping he didn't bother the neighbors).

But could she actually afford a dog?

The porn industry could be fickle. The most profitable work was for young girls still exploring their sexuality and wondering what they'd do for the rest of their lives. Work gets harder and harder to find as you age in the industry and once her porn career ended Jessie had no intention of working part time at the convenience store for cigarette money. She had savings of course, but having a dog was like adopting a furry child along with all of the expenses that come with taking care of a human child!

"I mean... I guess I'll think about getting a pet but I have no idea what to look for." Jessie remarked. "I guess it'd have to be something pretty independent. Like, I wouldn't want to have to devote too much time to it to the point where it interferes with work."

"You should also consider how much you want to interact with the pet outside of it's care. Like, do you want a pet that can sleep in your bed or do you want a pet you can hold for a little while before putting it back in it's bed or enclosure?"

The thought of sleeping with an animal made Jessie think back to the dog at her parent's house. That poor guy must've missed her terribly when she left... "I guess I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with a furry little buddy as long as they don't take up the whole bed."

"So if you're looking for a dog, you'd likely want a small or medium sized dog."

"Chihuahuas are those tiny and yippy ones, right?"

"So are pomeraians and certain kinds of terriers."

"Maybe they reason they're so loud and yippy is because they think they're wolf sized dogs when really they're super small and could fit in a jacket pocket?"

Beli giggled. "There's a woman in my Sunday morning yoga class that talks about her chihuahuas. Her reason for why they're so loud is because they're a very clingy breed and love their owners to death but tend to either hate or barely tolerate anyone else."

Jessie sighed. "I could use some of that unconditional love right now..."

"Don't worry about it. You should never rush into getting a pet or get a pet when you're going through a phase." Beli got off of the bench they'd been sitting on for the past hour and a half. Playing the role of Jessie's therapist made her butt go numb a long time ago but she was too nice to mention it and wouldn't let her friend's personal growth be hindered by something that stupid.

"Is it that time again?"

"I should start getting to work soon. My evening classes have been getting a lot of new sign-ups lately and the assistant instructors can barely keep up sometimes!" Beli said with a stretch. "It was nice talking to you though!"

"Ugh, I should honestly start paying you for all the trouble I put you through. I must sound like some miserable old woman." the milf lamented. "I'll be on my way home after this. I feel like I need a nap."

"Take care of yourself. Get home safely too!" and with that Beli began a light jog to work, leaving Jessie literally and emotionally alone again.

She didn't want to go home to that empty apartment. She didn't want to call one of her co-stars or guys she met at bars for a quick hook up. She especially didn't want to see that annoying couple in 2B that recently had a baby who never shut up about how amazing it was to be 'pregnant together'. GOD she wanted to punch them in the face! 'PREGNANT TOGETHER?' what a way to invoke the rage of a single mother who didn't grow up in an age of that hippy dippy bull crap! Just the thought of of it made her want to sleep outside instead of going back to that building...

It was petty but the thought of having a family of any kind made her envious, sad, feeling totally empty save for the occasional drink at the bar...

What she wanted was to have dinner and maybe see a movie with Tiffany again – to talk like two human beings and not catty bitches who were forced to tolerate each other. But there was no way getting a dog or a cat could fix that, was there?

Chapter 1 end