You've been sitting in your kitchen for hours, head rested in your hand, and you think out loud.

"Well, uh, I'm not really sure what to name you, little guy." the cat stops purring and rubbing up against you for a second, and then sits attentively, as if listening for something. It takes you a minute to realize that this cat is probably more self aware than most, because you just said you were going to name him. He nods his head at you and licks your hand, confirming your theory. So maybe, he wants to judge his name.

"Um, Fluffy?" you start out, not really knowing what else to say. The cat just gives you a 'Really? That's the best you could come up with?' look, and you shrug sheepishly. "Well, how about Slate? Or Ash?" This time, he looks like he's considering these options, but still shakes his head. Damn. Where were all those names you just came up with an hour ago when you needed them?

"Indigo?" This receives a no.

"Whiskers?" Still a no.

"Uh, I dunno, Gamzee?" You mentally face palm when you say this. What a ridiculous name for a cat. You did like it for a human though. You're not sure why, but the name just felt good when you said it. But there's no way the cat-

He nods his head excitedly and wags his tail like a dog. Well then. You smile and kiss his little head, causing him to purr more. He then snuggles up against you, with that derpy smile of his. You then realize you need to go get groceries for your new little member of your family. But you probably won't have much money left for food. But this doesn't bother you for some reason. You're more focused on feeding this guy.

"Okay Gamzee, I'm leaving for a little bit. You be good and, uh, don't tear anything up." you say as you start to head out the door. He stops playing with the little fuzz ball you gave to him and looks at you with the biggest, saddest eyes you've ever seen. They plead with you to not go, to stay and play some more. You're hesitant to go out that door, but you muster up your will power and do it.

I'll be back soon, I promise.

After an exhausting trip back from the grocery store with everything in hand, you drop it all on the ground, and sit down for a quick breather. Gamzee meows excitedly and greets you with purrs and rubs. You smile and pet him, and remember that your exhaustion is worth seeing his cute little smile. He licks your cheek and you laugh. Then you realize something pretty sad, which is the fact that you haven't genuinely laughed in a month or two. But animals sure are special like that.

It's close to nine at night when you're done setting everything up for Gamzee, and you're tired once again. Might as well head to bed, since you've got an early work day tomorrow. You do your nightly routine, and then sink into your bed. Suddenly, Gamzee jumps up on the bed with you, and snuggles up close. You smile and kiss him as you drift off to sleep, the purring of him being the last thing you hear before you completely drifting off.

It may be just your imagination, but you have a suspicion that Gamzee has grown bigger since last night. When you get a clearer vision of him, you notice that he's no longer the size of a small cat, but now the size of a small lynx. Um, what?

After going to work, you decide to get him checked out by a small clinic, and this process leads you to find out that he hates cat carriers. It also leads you to realize that there will be allergens from other normal cats there, so you take a couple pills before heading off.

"Well Mr. Nitram, your cat's vitals seem to be in good shape. So let's investigate why this guy grew so fast, shall we?" You nod, petting Gamzee, who's just had a shot and is kind of grumpy. The vet then takes him to another room, and runs a series of complicated tests. After about a half an hour of this, the vet brings Gamzee back, and just looks completely baffled.

"Tavros, your cat is quite something. He's a normal tabby by all means, but there's something else in his DNA that we can't identify. It doesn't seem to be bothering him at all, but it's the first time I've seen this type of DNA in a cat. So, take good care of him, okay?" You nod, say thanks, and head off home. All this rolls around in your mind, and you wonder what it could be that makes Gamzee's DNA so special. Oh well. He only acts a little different from other cats, so you probably shouldn't worry.