Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
The first time he had ever talked about Potya to anyone, but his fellow Russian rinkmates, happened during a fight after a long day. Victor, as usual, drank too much and came up with the idea of dogs are better than cats.
"Makkachin is so smart! To be honest, I think he is the smartest dog ever," Victor babbled.
"Whatever," Yuri mumbled, eating another chopstick of his Katsudon.
"And she likes cuddles as well. She is the most cuddle-able thing in the whole world."
"Excuse me?!" Yuri burst out, slamming his chopsticks down to the table. "No dog, I repeat, no dog is more cuddle-able, than my princess!"
"Ah, yes, the famous Puma-Tiger-Scorpion," Victor said and waved his hand. Yuri started seeing red. If the geezer tries to insult Potya, he will kill him!
"Puma-Tiger-Scorpion? Who is she?" Yuuri asked, being interested in the topic.
"Just a simple cat," In the blink of an eye, Yuri was on the top of Victor, spilling out two bowls of Katsudon and a glass of sake with the movement. In that scene, he fucking did not care about the damage he caused.
"Yurio, stop! I am sure about that Victor did not think that seriously," Yuuri shouted, trying to pull him off of Victor.
The other Russian said sorry to him the next day, but Yuri except the practices did not talk with him.
Yuri declared that after his strange actions, Yuuri would not spend the night alone. He called his grandfather up, asking his permission to take the Japanese skater home with him. Nikolai, hearing that his grandson had a friend, nodded to the idea full-heartedly.
"You are coming home with me, Katsudon," Yuri said, grabbed Yuuri by his coat.
"Yurio, wha-" Yuuri tried to protest, but he was led by the other by eventually.
When they arrived and Yuri closed the door, Yuuri saw an old man, stepping out of the kitchen.
"Yuratchka, welcome home!" He greeted Yurio with a smile on his face.
"Grandpa!" Yurio flew forward, hugging the old man, but extremely gentle. When they separated, he gestured towards Yuuri. "This is Katsu- I mean, Yuuri Katsuki."
"Yuratchka, how many times do I have to tell you not to give cruel nicknames to others?" Nikolai scolded Yuri, then nodded to Yuuri. "I am very happy to meet you, young man. Your skating was incredible."
"Thank you so much, sir," Yuuri said, blushing, "but Yurio was way better, than me today." Nikolai raised his eyebrow up hearing the strange nickname, but when he saw that Yuri wasn't bothered by it, he did not pay more attention to it.
Suddenly, they heard meows from the ground. Yuri's face shone up like Christmas lights and bent down.
"Hello, moya printsessa," he cooed to the cat in his arms, who licked his face as an answer. After the greetings, Yurio walked up to Yuuri. "She is Potya," Yuri said, lifting the cat up higher. Yuuri had to admit that Victor was wrong. Potya was beautiful. She had big blue eyes and silver fur. Yuuri was certain about that it was just like silk.
"Beautiful," Yuuri breathed out. Potya, as if she was understood the compliment, started squirming in Yuri's hands. Yuri – understanding the message – put her into Yuuri's arms. They stared at each other for a minute, then Yuuri was gifted with a little kiss as well.
"It is strange," Yuri mumbled, touching his chin. "She usually does not like strangers."
"Boys, dinner is ready!" The two boy turned around and started walking to the kitchen with Potya trying to find a comfortable position in her new friend's arms.