It's Raining Kittens

Part 3: Making Friends

Summary: Life is hard enough but when you are two months old it can be even harder; unless you meet the right people.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing with them.

Notes: My entry in the CCOAC challenge. The challenge – write from the pets point of view. My pet is a two month old kitten named Gunner and the main character is David Rossi.

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I held on as best I could as Dave took me up a ramp and into a smaller room. He closed the door and walked around a desk before sitting down somewhat awkwardly.

"We're all alone," he announced. "Are you going to let go now?"

"Net yet," I told him as I looked around at the room. I sniffed the air appreciatively. It smelled like he spent a lot of time in here. I settled onto his shoulders and relaxed my claws slightly.

"I would really appreciate it if you would take your claws all the way out," he grumbled. He reached up with one hand and rubbed my head. Closing my eyes I twisted my head further into his touch. I couldn't stop the purr from rumbling in my throat.

"I can't say as I blame you for running away," he said absently. "I had no idea she would try to name you Petunia."

He sounded as disgusted by the name as I was. Thinking back over the short time span I realized that she wasn't a bad human, I just preferred this human. I perched on his shoulder while Dave looked at a large pile of papers, talked on the phone and spoke to me. I decided to take a chance and loosened my claws from his skin.

I felt and heard him sigh. "Are you coming down now?" he asked.

I jumped off of his shoulder onto the top of the desk scattering a pile of papers as I went. Dave grabbed at the papers and shuffled them together before moving them to another part of the desk. I sat down and looked at him.

"What am I going to do with you now?" he asked.

I blinked at him.

"I don't suppose you want to try again with Penelope?"

"No way," I said loudly. "You want some more holes in your shoulder?"

He sighed as he leaned back in the chair and stared at me. "You really are cute," he admitted. "What the hell kind of cat are you?"

"Heck if I know," I meowed at him.

We stared at each other for several minutes, he sitting back in his chair stroking his whiskers and me sitting on the desk not blinking. A knock at the door startled both of us. I growled pre-emptively as the door began to open slowly. A blond head appeared; it wasn't the crazy lady.

"How's it going?" the woman asked.

"Well I am no longer a human pincushion," Dave laughed.

I stood up and re-positioned myself so that I could keep an eye on the woman even though she was leaning against the doorframe and looking like she had no intention of coming further into the room.

"You going to keep her?" the woman asked with a nod towards me.

"You want her?" Dave asked. I flicked my tail and gave him a quick glare.

The woman chuckled. "No thank you! I like my life just the way it is."

"It's just a cat," he stated breezily.

"A cat that has attached herself to you emotionally and physically," the woman reminded.

Dave reached up and rubbed his shoulder. "Thanks for the reminder, JJ."

"You're welcome," she smiled. "Seriously, Dave, I think you have a new addition to your family. That kitty is firmly attached to you."

Dave snorted and leaned forward in his seat to pet me. I couldn't help the purr that emanated from my being.

"Don't stop," I told him happily.

"Do you have any idea what kind of cat this is?" he asked as he continued to stroke my fur.

"It's a little early to be certain but I believe you have yourself a Siamese," the woman named JJ told him.

"Huh," he grunted. "Are those good cats?"

"They are very loyal," JJ stated. "We had one when I was a kid. She was a good mouser. She hated my brother. Or maybe she loved him." The woman laughed. "She use to kill mice in the middle of the night and put them on my brothers' pillow while he was asleep."

"Gunner," Dave said lowly. "I swear to God, cat, if you do that to me I will throw you in the closet."

"I solemnly swear not to leave mice on your pillow," I assured him.

JJ laughed again. "I swear that cat is talking to you."

Dave smiled. "Of course she is, we have a thing."

"A thing?"

Dave shrugged.

"Well, you may want to take your cat and go to the pet store," JJ half-ordered.

"What for?" Dave asked.

"Well, let's see… cat food, kitty litter, a litter box, toys, a bed, a carrier. The list goes on and on."

Dave frowned. "I didn't think about any of that."

He sat back in his chair and groaned. "I just remembered, she peed on my bed this morning and I forgot to change the sheets."

JJ laughed. "Well that is not going to smell very nice when you get home."

Dave sighed again and rubbed his face. "Why do I feel like I am beginning something I will regret?"

"David Rossi!" JJ admonished. "The love of a pet is never to be taken for granted or regretted."

"Duly noted," Dave replied. "Well Gunner, shall we go shopping?"

I looked at him and smiled. "I'm going where you're going."

He stood up and picked me up cuddling me to his chest. "You want to come along?" he asked JJ.

She shook her head. "I don't think Hotch would approve of both of us going out. Besides I have a ton of work to do."

"Okay," he shrugged as we walked out the door. "Gunner and I will venture out on our own."

"I'll take care of you Dave," I told him as we walked down the ramp.

"So what's the verdict?" the dark skinned man asked. The crazy lady was sitting in a chair and the dark skinned man was leaning against the desk that sat nearby.

"Sorry kitten," Dave said solemnly. "I think Gunner and I are going to be an item."

The crazy lady smiled. "That's okay, Dave. I understand."

"Where are you going?" the dark haired woman asked.

"Pet store," Dave said shortly. "You coming with me?"

"Hell yeah," the woman said. "I know cats."

"Good. I need a lot of stuff apparently," Dave told her.

We left with the dark haired woman to begin our next adventure.

The End