The Mystery

Summary: Carole and Finn join the family.

Kurt, the long, chocolate haired, cat and Burt had been on their own for years now and they seemed to be fairing well. Well, at least in Kurt's eyes, but lately he was starting to think differently. Burt seemed, happier, lately. He talked on the phone alot, went out more, went around the house whistling, he even started dressing and smelling a little better. Kurt didn't know what to make of these changes, until one day when Burt sat him down on the couch to have a talk with him.

Burt sat Kurt next to him on the couch but Kurt wasn't have that and crawled into Burt's lap where he started purring. Burt smiled as he ran his hand through Kurt's fur. "I don't know if you can understand me or not buddy, but I need to talk to you." Kurt meowed in response and Burt knew that he was listening. "I met this woman a few months ago, and I fell in love. She's a great woman. She's alot like Elizabeth, but we both know noone will ever be as great or replace her, Carole comes close. I asked her to move in buddy, her and her pet Finn. I didn't want to do this without talking to you first, so how do you feel about it?" Kurt mewed quietly as Burt kept stroking his fur. "Alright, well let's eat some dinner and then go to bed. Tomorrow's a big day." Burt stated getting up and heading to the kitchen. Kurt followed, jumping onto the stool set at the island to watch Burt cook, and to occassionally eat some of the dinner that Burt offered him.

Later that night as Burt was snoring away on the bed and Kurt was sleeping in his princess kitty bed he got to thinking. It had been so long since they had anyone else in the house with them that he didn't know how he felt about this Carole person coming into his home. And what kind of pet was Finn exactly? Was it another male cat that he would have to fight for dominance over the house, or a male dog that he would have to fight for dominance over the house? Or maybe someone who wasn't okay with the fact that Kurt was a cat who liked other male cat's. I mean, that's pretty common in the animal world to be bi, but Kurt preffered only male animals. Which was frowned upon in the animal world. Needless to say Kurt didn't sleep well that night with all of the possibilities running through his mind.

The next morning Kurt was woken by the smell of pancakes wafting up to the room. He stalked downstairs and into the kitchen, sitting on his stool. Burt smiled happily at him, "Good morning buddy. They'll be here soon." Kurt yawned as he hopped down from the stool and went to his food bowl.

A few hours later as Kurt was taking a cat nap on the window sill when he heard the doorbell ring. He crankily got up and sat on the back of the couch as Burt answered the door. "Hi Carole." Kissing her in greeting. "Finn, nice to see you again. This is my cat Kurt, he's a little prissy so if he doesn't take to you right away don't take too much offense in it." "Oh, he's lovely." Reaching out to pet him. He purred and leant in to her hand as she petted from his head to his back. "She smelled nice and had a nice smile, we'll have to see." Kurt thought. His moment was broken a minute later when he heard barking and felt the couch beneath him shake. Finn was a dog, a big dog, a black lab puppy to be exact, who was currently trying to climb up the back of the couch to get to Kurt. Kurt hissed as he ran from the room, Finn right on his tail. By the time Burt and Carole found them Finn had Kurt huddled in the corner, back arched, tail puffed and teeth bared as he grinned dopily at him with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. Carole was about to say something, but Burt stopped her. "Let's see what they do. They have to get used to eachother." So they stood and watched.

"Hey kitty, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to be your friend."

"My name's not kitty!"

"Then what is it?"

"Kurt. My name is Kurt."

"Hi Kurt I'm Finn, and I guess I'll be living here now. So we have to be friends."

"I don't have friends, I have servants."

"Is that what you call Burt, cause I call Carole master. She's really a great master. One of the best. She's had me since I was a puppy. She takes really good care of me. How is Burt with you?"

"Burt is the best master ever and I don't like to share so don't get any ideas."

"I don't want to take Burt away from you, I want us to share and be friends."

"I don't have friends." Kurt hissed.

"Why not?"

"Because other animals don't like me."

"Why?"

"What are you a puppy, what's with all of the questions?"

"I'm just trying to get to know you since we'll both be living here now."

"To answer your question they don't like me because I'm, gay. So if you don't want to be my friend now I would understand." Kurt answered deflating.

"What's gay?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I like male animals, only male animals."

"Oh, I had a crush on a pretty girl dog down the street, her name is Rachel."

"Wait, you don't care that I'm gay?"

"No man, love is love."

"Maybe it won't be so bad having you guys around."

"Yeah! Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Kurt shrugged.

"Where do we go pee in this place?"

When they returned from outside Burt and Carole were carrying boxes in from outside and taking them to different parts of the house. By the time they finished it was dinner time and they decided to order some pizza since neither of them felt like cooking. When it arrived they curled up on the couch with their respective animals at their feet and ate while watching a movie, while sending down bits of pizza every now and then.

The next morning Kurt may or may not have been laying on the back of a big dog who was currently curled up in his bed sleeping.

So it seems that the friendless cat may be a little bit less friendless. Maybe this whole arrangement wouldn't be so bad after all.