Back by popular demand, a second chapter. I just got back from swimming, man I got tan, lol. Anyway I wrote this story because House does need a pet, and I love my kitty. My big fat lazy baby and I mean it he is a big baby. He's sleeping on my toes right now, he he.
Here's a picture of him at Christmas. You can tell we don't underfeed him, he weighs nearly 20 pounds. And at night he becomes a big furry speed bump.
"Fur"
"Chapter Two"
After a mind draining hour of watching whatever crap House had tivo'd Wilson finally got up to go make something to eat, the kitten cracked open one eye and peered at him then went back to sleep. Fist he made dinner for the cat, he spooned a little of the canned food into a shiny new bowl and put some kibble with it. He set it on the floor out of House's way so he wouldn't trip on it. The kitten smelled food from in the other room and he jumped from House's lap, but with the heavily bandaged leg he tumbled a few times. It regained itself and hobbled into the kitchen. It swallowed the food like it was the first meal he had ever seen.
Wilson went along making lunch making hot ham and cheese sandwiches. He brought one of the cast iron skillets down from the rack above the butcher block and lightly buttered 4 slices of bread and got out the cheese and ham slices. And threw it all together in a pan with a medium heat, making sure they were toasted to a light toasty brown onn the outside then put them on to two plates and nuged House awake with his elbow. Apparently after it finished eating the kitten found its way back into House's lap.
"Huh… what?" he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes tiredly
"Food" Wilson set the plate in front of him on the coffee table. He went t o move and the kitten mewed, it was hoping not to get squashed.
"What the hell?" He picked up the kitten by the scruff of its neck and plopped it in the cushion next to him, then reached for the food. House nearly inhaled his food, Wilson couldn't help but laugh a little, and those two were defiantly suited for each other, they even ate the same. The kitten curled up again by House's hip. House rolled his eyes and pushed him back.
"Get away from me you smell." The kitten just looked up to him with adorable innocent eyes, trying to win him over. House rolled his eyes in response. He didn't want a kitten, and like a kitten would ever want him.
"We can't bathe him until his stitches are taken out." Wilson said his mouth half full of food. After he finished the last bite he went into the kitchen and grabbed a new pet brush from a bag. "You can brush him though."
"No way."
"Chicken." Wilson took the kitten and put him on his lap, it struggled at first once Wilson began to get the knots out of his fur is settled there and purred happily. After about half an hour almost all the mats were out and the kitten looked good as new. Wilson put him back next to House and took the brush and the two plates into the kitchen.
"NO! DON'T LEAVE ME WITH THIS EVIL BEAST!" House fake pleaded.
"Oh, please. Do the world a favor and zip it."
Wilson emptied the shed hair from the brush into the garbage and rinsed off the plates. He settled into the armchair across from the couch after that.
"I think you have a new friend."
"Well that's too bad because I don't want one."
'Sure you do you just don't know it yet.' Wilson thought. "I should get going."
"Whatever."
"Night House."
"You mean you aren't taking this mangy beast?"
"Nope, my hotel won't allow pets, you're stuck with him."
"Crap."
Wilson slammed the door behind him which made the kitten and House flinch at the same time. The kitten looked up at him with big innocent eyes and his tongue sticking out slightly.
"Move" House ordered as lifted his legs onto the couch the kitten scrambled its way on to an arm rest moving out of the way just in time. He slid backwards off the arm rest and crawled up House's right leg when he wasn't paying attention. He made the mistake of stepping onto the damaged thigh. House let out a yelp that sent the kitten jumping back with fright.
"Don't ever do that again." House rubbed at the thigh until the ache dissipated. The kitten curled up beside his left ankle his tiny paw resting on the joint.
House soon gave up on finding something good to watch and got up to go to his bedroom. The kitten was jerked awake by his movements. House grabbed his cane and stiffly stood. The kitten stood too ready to jump off the couch, once again going tumbling off it. They both limped down the hall into the bedroom. House found some pajamas and quickly changed. The kitten stared at the height of the bed, there was no what he was going to make it. House sat on the edge preparing to lift his right leg onto the bed. He saw the kitten and leaned over to grab it and set it in the sheets. It got a bit tangled and had to fight his way out, growling and spitting. He certainly inherited House's attitude. He chuckled a bit under his breath.
"Watch out, because if you get kicked it's not my problem." House lifted his right leg onto the bed and turned to his left side. The kitten curled up in the other pillow on the opposite side of the bed. He looked at the alarm clock, 'damn' he cursed to himself, it was nearly midnight, he needed sleep, he had to work tomorrow. The kitten would probably go crazy with out him there.
