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Freddie's P.O.V.

As I walked into Carly's apartment, there was a scratching sound coming from the kitchen. It was accompanied by a chorus of frustrated meows and hisses. I went to the kitchen for a closer look. What I found was both shocking and amusing.

The little kitty was scratching and clawing at the refrigerator door repeatedly. The fur on the back of her neck was raised while she slashed and hacked at the closed door. Upon closer inspection, I could see she had already caused a decent amount of damage. There were claw marks running along the bottom corner of the door. I laughed when she sprung up and balanced herself on her back paws like she was trying to reach the door. Huh, pretty smart cat. I shuffled over to her and pulled her into my arms, stopping her from doing any more damage to the unfortunate door. I rubbed the top of her head.

"Hey now little cat, calm down. I'll get the door for you." Her kicking and squirming slowed and she settle into my arms. She looked up at me and then back at the fridge almost like she was saying, 'Well? Go on, open the door for me.' I smiled down at her and opened up the fridge. I tucked her into the crook of my right arm and started digging through the Shays' food.

"Okay little cat, we have some fruit, in non-sauce form… there's some spaghetti, probably for spaghetti tacos… oh and hey, there's Sam's back up ham in case she runs out!" I chuckled as I read the note Sam scribbled on a Post-It and stuck onto the container holding her, and I quote, 'precious baby'.

PROPERTY OF SAM PUCKETT.

YOU TOUCH THE HAM, YOU DIE.

SERIOUSLY. I WILL SERIOUSLY FUCK YOU UP.

I rolled my eyes at her use of cuss words. Suddenly, the cat started wriggling around like crazy. I loosened my grip a bit and she jumped out of my arms, landing neatly onto the shelf, next to the ham. She looked at it and then back at me. My eyebrows scrunched together.

"I don't think that's such a good idea… See that note there, little cat? It says 'property of Sam Puckett'. That means she would kill me if I took even a tiny piece." The cat just blinked up at me. I bit my lip. Those big blue eyes were really hard to say 'no' to. I sighed. "Fine, I'll get you some of Sam's ham. But it's only because I like you a lot. If Sam ever found out, she'd skin me alive and then burn my body in public. So no telling, okay?" I realized how dumb I sounded, talking to a cat that wouldn't talk back. Oh well, she's the only company I have this weekend. Eh, besides Sam. But I doubt she wants to spend her weekend with a person she considers to be a total nub. Whatever, it's not like that offends me or anything. I don't care what she thinks…

My internal monologue was interrupted by an impatient mew. The cat was batting at the container of ham with her little paw. I pulled her out of the fridge with one hand and grabbed the ham with another. "C'mon little cat, let's go feed you some ham." I walked back into my apartment and into the kitchen. I set her down on the counter (away from the edge) and opened up the ham.

"Here you go, little cat. Eat up." I held put a slice of ham and she snatched it out of my hands without a pause. She gobbled it up greedily and then stared up at me eagerly. "Another piece?" The cat purred and I took that as a yes. This time I gave her two big pieces, sure she would be full after that. But before I knew it, she had completely demolished them. She licked her mouth and then looked at me again. I raised my eyebrows.

"Woah little cat, I think that's more than your little body can handle. Maybe we should stop with the ham for now." I started putting the cover back onto the container. The little cat glared at me and began hissing and spitting angrily. She shot towards me, ready to take a bite out of my hand. I pulled my hand back hastily, knocking over a glass of juice I had poured earlier. It trickled off the edge of the counter and puddled around the kitten's small paws. She kicked at it, splattering the liquid onto my shirt.

"Aw man, little cat! Look what you made me do. If you wanted another slice, you could've asked politely, you know…" I was about to reach over for a paper towel to clean up the mess, when my apartment door opened. My mom came waltzing in.

"Hello, Freddie-bear!" she sang. I grimaced at the embarrassing nickname she used.

"Uh, hey Mom. What are you doing home? I thought you were working the whole day shift today."

She turned towards me and smiled. "Oh, Nancy's daughter is getting her tonsils removed, so she asked me if I could switch to night sh – Is that a spill?" Her lips pressed into a thin line. She looked at me disapprovingly. "You know my little rhyme. When things are spilled, Mommy's not thri – Fredward Benson! Is that a cat?" she shrieked, noticing my little friend for the first time.

I nodded. "Yes, Mom, I picked her up on the street –"

My mom's face paled. "The street?" she asked, her tone horrified. "Freddie! You have no idea what foreign diseases that thing is carrying! Take it out of the house this instant!" She lunged for the kitten and I quickly moved in front of her protectively.

"But Mom! She was being attacked by a dog! I couldn't just leave her there! Look at her, she's so tiny. Someone's got to take care of her!"

My mother tensed and scowled at the cat. "Freddie, I don't know… She could be carrying some strange disease…"

I looked at her pleadingly. "Please let me take care of her, Mom. Please…"

I watched my mom's scowl soften into a smile. "Aw, my little Freddie-bear is being such a caring young man!" she gushed proudly. She pinched me on the cheek. "You're so grown up, taking on responsibilities like this…" She sniffled slightly.

I gently pat her on the back. "C'mon now, Mom. Don't cry over this. I'm just taking care of a new pet…"

She dabbed at the corner of her eye. "Alright Freddie, I'm allowing you to keep this animal. However," her tone became serious, "you are required to give it a thorough anti-bacterial tick bath. It must be properly trained and you must meticulously inspect it for any sign of disease carrying, fleas, and/or anything else that can cause you harm. Understand?"

I let out a breath of relief. She was letting me keep the cat! "I fully understand. Oh, and Mom? The kitten is a she, not an it," I corrected.

She nodded curtly. "Very well. I suggest you go about giving her that tick bath now. Go on, I'll clean up this mess. And Fredward? Please remember the ryhme."

"Yes, Mom. When things are spilled, Mommy's not thrilled. I know," I mumbled.

She smiled proudly and then pulled an extra-large bottle of cleaning spray out from under the sink. She grabbed a small towel and then shooed me away. "Go now, Freddie. Those cat's germs aren't going to kill themselves, Mister!"

I gave my mom one last grateful smile and picked the kitten up, careful to avoid her orange juice-soaked paws. "Okay little cat, it's bath time!"

There it is, Chapter 4! Did you enjoy it? Leave a review, yeah?

Oh, and for those missing Sam's P.O.V. ... don't worry! She'll be back next chapter... taking a bath. Or rather being given a bath. By Freddie. Oh, hilarity and chaos ensured :B Don't miss it!

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