Prompt 4 - black cat
A/N: this was based on the true story of when me and my mother got my cat Saros.
It wasn't unusual for witches to own black cats. Cats were popular pets, but black cats were the favorite. And so it came as no surprise to Scabior when Draconius decided that she wanted a black cat for a pet.
"I don't know, sweet'eart," said Scabior as he and his wife looked over the selection of animals at the pet store. "A cat seems rather ordinary, don't you think? Why not get something different like this talking parrot with two 'eads?"
"I don't want a bird, Scabior," Draconius replied. "I don't even like them. All they do is make noise. I want something soft and cute that I can cuddle and play with."
She moved along the selection of pets until she came to a cage with three kittens in it. One of them was grey while the other was black and white. But the one she wanted was the little black kitten that was cleaning himself in the corner.
"Excuse me," said Draconius, waving to the man behind the counter. "I'd like to purchase this black kitten, please."
The man behind the counter went to the back of the store to get a box to put the kitten in. As he walked past Scabior and Draconius, Scabior wrinkled his nose in disgust as a horrible stench reached his nostrils.
"Bloody 'ell," he whispered to Draconius. "Wha's that smell? Did you fart?"
Draconius smelled it too, but she was certain it wasn't her. In fact she looked rather offended that Scabior thought the smell was coming from her.
"No, I did not," she replied. "I thought that was you."
"Even I 'ave enough sense not to do tha in public, pet."
They both turned and looked at the man who was picking out a box to put their new kitten in.
"Do you think it was 'im?" Scabior asked.
"I don't know. Maybe. I mean it did happen just as he walked past us."
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When they brought the kitten home, Draconius took it out of the box and set it down on the floor of the living room. It took a while for the kitten to get used to his new surroundings, but after a couple minutes he started exploring his new home and playing with his owners.
"'E likes me," said Scabior, a wide grin on his face as the kitten climbed into his lap and playfully swatted at his scarf. He watched as the kitten stood up them tumbled over into his lap, his wife laughing as the kitten wriggled and squirmed until it managed to stand up again.
All was well until they noticed the same foul odor that they'd smelled in the pet store. The kitten was running around near the couch when the smell came back, and suddenly it dawned on them what the smell was.
"It's the kitten!" said Draconius, holding her nose while Scabior fanned the air in front of his face. "I don't know what kind of food they've been feeding him, but its given him horrible gas."
"Maybe 'is stomach is upset," Scabior suggested.
"I don't know. But leave it to us to get the one kitten in the whole store that has gas."
Hearing that made Scabior laugh. He knew his manners weren't the best in the world, and that he sometimes got a bit gassy himself when he ate too much. It made him think this kitten would fit right in and be the perfect addition to their family.