Chapter 2

Hello my little darlings! I'm trying to make up for my long absence from this fandom, I guess. :P Anyway, I hope to receive a review or two!

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When Kat awoke, he was, at first, confused as to why he had fallen asleep on his desk. Then he saw his notes and almost started crying again. His big bold handwriting stared up at him, mocking him with what he knew to be the truth.

Coop Burtonburger will never love me.

He stared at the paper for a few more minutes, torturing himself but knowing that he had to get it into his mind. There was no room for doubt on that matter.

"What did I ever really expect, though?" he mewed to himself in his own language. He folded up the two pieces of paper and scanned the area for a good hiding spot.

He moved around the room, trying to find a good place where Coop wouldn't find it, nor would Doctor K see it when he was talking with her on his video phone. It was easier than he thought, and he tucked it behind the large screen, catching it on the wires and bolts so it didn't fall.

With that done, Kat started to leave his lair. He moved slowly, though he couldn't say if it was because he was hesitant to face Coop after his self-admission, or if he was letting said admission sink in. Either way, he took his sweet time jumping out of the opening on his lair, landing safely on his kitty bed in Millie's room. One glance at the clock on the girl's nightstand told him that Burt would wake up Coop and Millie for breakfast in just a few minutes. That meant he had a short amount of time to collect himself before facing Coop for the day.

'This is ridiculous. I've always known of my feelings, even if I never acknowledged them before last night. I should have no reason to act any differently'

That was what he told himself, anyway, but he still decided to exit Millie's room before they woke up. With any luck, he would finish his bowl of food before they even got downstairs and he would be able to leave the kitchen without having to interact with Coop.

Of course, when did he ever have that kind of luck?

When he arrived in the kitchen, he saw the very fifteen year old he wanted to avoid, holding a granola bar in one hand and writing on paper with another. Still, he seemed to be deeply concentrating, so maybe they wouldn't have to talk (or meow, in his case) anyway.

Kat walked over to his food bowl, and began to eat what was in there. He ate quickly, and by the time he'd finished Coop hadn't acknowledged his presence in the slightest. He started to walk out of the kitchen, ready to go curl back up in his bed...

"What, no thanks?"

Coop's voice made him freeze, and he turned his head, his confusion showing on his face. Coop was still staring down at his paper, but he continued to talk.

"Did you not notice that my dad's not up yet? I figured I have a big presentation at school today, and even though you probably wouldn't bother doing anything to mess it up, I thought I should make sure. I did something nice for you, so I don't want you to mess anything up"

Kat was rather confused. While it was true that Coop would never feed him, it seemed like a given that if his father hadn't done it yet, then Coop should do it to avoid trouble. Still, Coop was asking for a truce of sorts, even if it was only for the day. That was enough to make Kat nod in agreement.

"Mew" he said, and left the room. He heard Coop sigh in relief as he walked back up the stairs.

'After all...' he thought, curling up in his bed. He hesitated before continuing his train of thought, knowing it was a dangerous one.

'Even if he never loves me back, that doesn't mean I can't show him my affections'


Later in the day, Kat was curled up on the couch, staring at the television. Millie insisted on leaving it on for him, even though as far as she knew he was a regular housecat. Even at thirteen she had a wild imagination, and didn't want him to be 'bored' while he was alone.

He heard the door slam, signaling that Coop had arrived home. He quickly closed his eyes, not really wanting to have to socialize with him in any way, shape or form.

"Kat, I know you're awake"

Mentally cursing Coop's observation skills, he opened his eyes hesitantly. Why did he feel the need to talk though? Coop could have easily walked past him and into his room or the kitchen... He didn't have to speak with Kat.

"I'm confused. You didn't mess up my speech today"

Ah. That was it. Coop didn't trust him.

Then again, you couldn't really blame him.

Kat just nodded his head, giving him a look that said, 'Yeah, so?'

Coop examined him carefully for a moment before carefully giving him a small smile.

"So, I guess even evil alien felines are capable of keeping their word"

Even Kat had to smile at that, knowing that it was certainly well-deserved.

Coop hesitated for a moment, making Kat wonder what he was going to say.

"Thanks, I guess"

...Well that was unexpected. Kat did his best not to show his shock on his face though, and just nodded.

Coop's next words, though they stung a bit, sounded more like him.

"Don't even bring that up though! We both know that tomorrow we're going back to hating each other"

Kat didn't even nod at that. He just jumped off the couch, and stalked upstairs, ignoring the way Coop had flinched when he walked past, as if he were going to attack. He made it all the way to Millie's room, and barely was able to slam the door behind him before he let silent tears fall down his face.

'Maybe you will go back to hating me, Coop. But I... I have not hated you since you were ten'