He was watching tv, still in his human form and was looking at Cat's underwear drawer. "She has such small hips." He whispers and puts back the panty that says Las Vegas across the back. Beckett had no clothes on except the pink towel from Cat's bathroom.
He hears the car parking in the driveway and he quickly rushes to the bathroom, taking off the towel and transforms back to a cat, that looked oh-so-innocent.
The cat crawled downstairs, waiting by the door, waiting for hisCaterina. The door bursts open and comes a crying girl. It was Cat. She looked like she's been crying all the way home.
'What the hell did those retards from school do to my precious, Caterina Valentine?'Beckett hisses and crawls back upstairs.
Meow! He meows loudly, getting Cat's attention. He jumps on Cat's lap and rubbed its head on her tummy. "Hi kitty." She greets, sniffling. Beckett thought the nickname 'kitty' was so girly and he's all manly. If he was human, he would roll his eyes and warn her about not calling him 'kitty' ever again. But he wouldn't threaten his Caterina like that. She's too sensitive and delicate.
He purrs when Cat started brushing his ears. "Oh Beckett. You always make my day. My first day in school was horrible! They didn't like my hair color! Some guys started to whisper 'look at that chic.' And I got offended! How dare they call me a chick! I don't live in a barn and feed off seeds!" She exclaims.
If Beckett was human, he would chuckle by Cat's stupidity. But he found it cute when Cat was playing dumb. Or not even playing? Maybe she's just messed up in the brain? But that's what he loves about her. He'd protect her. He's her protector.
Cat picks up her cat and puts him aside. She gets up and strips down from her skirt and shirt. Leaving her with nothing but pink, lacy, matching bra and panty. She puts on her sweatpants and an Aeropostale shirt that she barely wore. Caterina Valentine does not wear normal clothing. She would usually go for the cute, girly type of clothing. That's her.
Beckett, the perverted human-cat stares at her with amusement. Cat was definitely not a shy person. But why should she be shy? She's only changing in front of her cat... who's half-human. But she doesn't know that.
"I'm taking a bath, Beckett. I need some relaxation." She says, walking to the bathroom. Beckett, with alert, followers her to the bathroom.
"Why is there pee in the toilet? I'm pretty sure I flushed a while ago... Beckett. Did you do this?" She asks her cat. Beckett just tilts his head and nods.
"You know there's a litter box. And I bought you the musical litter box that plays classical music. Don't you like that?"
He shakes his head giving her a 'no'.
"I swear, Beckett. You are the smartest cat in the whole world. You could understand me and answer my questions. AND you use the toilet when you need to go." She tells her, stripping down once again, revealing her chest.
"Beckett. You little pervy, cat. Stop staring at me like that." She blushes, covering the cat's golden eyes. Beckett jerks back his head and hisses at her hand.
"What did I tell you about not hissing at me? It makes me scared." She told the cat. Again, he would roll his eyes if he could.
After Cat has filled up the pink bathtub and filled it with tons of bubbles, she jumps in making a hugeSPLASH!
Beckett jumps to the edge of the bathtub and watched her as she bathed.
"You are the weirdest cat too. You watch me bathe, you don't play with yarn, you don't pee or do you business in the litter box, you don't eat cat food. Weirdo." She teases and he hisses again, pawing at Cat this time. "No hissing or pawing!" She exclaims, splashing water on the cat. Beckett hisses again and hops down.
"Go to your scratching post. And I'll follow you right after I'm done." She said, putting shampoo on her hair.
Beckett had an evil idea. He grabbed Cat's pink towel and ran out of the bathroom. "Beckett! Come back here! You mister are in big trouble after this!" Cat squeals, getting out of the water and covering herself. She follows her cat back to her room and tugs on her towel.
Beckett tightened his grip on the towel with his teeth and Cat kept pulling it with one hand, while the other hand was holding her shirt, covering herself. "Let go!" She squeals and he lets go. "You have a time-out, mister. Now go in the cage." She demanded, pointing to the black cage.
Beckett purrs and gave her a 'I'm sorry.' look. "Nope. Get in the cage, now." She repeats. Beckett would roll his eyes but he got in the cage anyway and Cat locks it.
-Cat's Pov-
Ugh that cat. He could be difficult sometimes. But he's such a cutie. It takes out all of my worries and I even forgot about today.
I returned to my bath and rinsed myself. I swear, he follows me to the bathroom and watches me. All. The. Friggin. Time. It makes me nervous a little. Me and a cat? Cat and a cat?
...
"So, how was your first day, sweetie?" Mom asks as I took a fork that was stabbed into a piece of steak.
"I'd rather not talk about it." I said.
"Why? What happened? Didn't you meet any new friends?" Dad asks. I roll my eyes and dropped my fork on the plate.
"I'd. Rather. Not. Talk. About. It." I repeated. I pushed out my chair, and walked back to my room where Beckett was waiting for me. I brought his cat foot and opened his cage. He runs out and starts eating.
"I'm sorry, Beckett! I starved you but here. I brought you some pieces of steak I didn't finish." I told him, massaging his head again with my fingers. He started purring and I giggled. "You still need to be in the cage though. For tonight for your behavior today."
He starts whimpering but I ignored it. I gave him his water bowl and after he was done, I put him back in the cage. I turned off the lights and hugged my owl pillow. Beckett would normally sit on my tummy and start scratching my boobs. o.O He even purrs as if he was enjoying it.
You little bitch. It circled through my mind. Ugh. That girl is so mean! I bumped into her... well SHE bumps into me! I even said sorry! Her posse even made fun of my hair!
I started to cry and hugged my pillow tighter. Well I guess this pillow will be drenched after tonight.
I cried myself to sleep that night. The entire school hates me for no reason. And I LOVED going to Hollywood Arts. But it's best if I don't go for maybe a couple of days, weeks, months... forever.
I started to cry again and changed positions, facing a guy. Wait! A guy?! "Aaahh!" I screamed and punched the guy right in the groin. He groans with pain and falls down to the floor.
"Who the hell are you?!" I exclaimed, checking if I still have my clothes on.
"I'm your cat, Cat." He says. "It's me, Beckett."
Preview for Chapter Three: Tell me this is just a dream.
"Tell me this is just a dream!" I squealed.
"Cat! It's not! And drop your phone! I'm not a rapist! I'm your cat!" He yells.
"Why are you naked?!" I screamed, looking down at his crotch.
"I didn't have any clothes! Gosh!"
"Where's my cat?! What have you done with my Beckett?!" I cried out, looking at the opened cage. "You took him! You monster!" I shrieked, hitting him on his bare chest that I admit, was sexy. He wasn't ugly, he was quite hot. But no time for checking him out! Especially when he catnapped my cat!
A/N: Hey guys! This is a story from Quotev but I uploaded here on fanfiction too! So please review! I'd like to get some feedback from you guys! And hope you enjoyed! :D
