Author's note: "Alright! Last update of the weekend!"
"This will make Gregor weep like small child without candy."
"Umm… why?""Because that means no Gregor for two weeks!"
"Sigh… on with the damn story."
There were a lot of things Haar liked. Sleeping, eating, and getting paid were among the best in his book. However, he held a secret affection for cats. He wouldn't dare let anyone know this, least Valter and Jill mock him for eternity. However, when he saw an orange stray outside his house, he couldn't resist.
"Hey, girl. Want some milk?"
"Meow…"
"Come on in."
While most people would think Haar's an idiot for letting a stray into his house, you forget Haar doesn't give a damn about most things- he's freakin' Haar! So, Haar pet a stray cat, not knowing what it could possibly have, and fed it more than just milk. He dangled a piece of meat just out of the cat's reach, as if it were one of those rope-like toys. Haar found this adorable, at least until Jill walked into the room to see him eating a slice of beef jerky with the cat eating the other end.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jill's look was a cross between confusion, amusement, a D'awww…(Yes, D'awww is an emotion. Look it up.)
"Um… nothing." Haar said, still eating the jerky."
Jill leaned against the wall, looking at the pair. It was freaking hilarious, and Jill couldn't hold back anymore. She started laughing so hard she fell to the floor. The cat used this opportunity to come up and lick Jill's face. Jill looked at Haar, who replied with a grunt,
"We're keeping her now, aren't we?"
Jill's face was deadpan, "Damn right we are. We're keeping- wait, how do you know it's a she?"
Haar smirked, "I'm glad you asked that question. You see, I used an ancient technique handed-"
"Cut the theatrics."
Haar sighed, but still smirked, "I saw the pussy's pussy"
She dug her face into her legs, "You had too, didn't ya'? You just had to."
"Yup. Anyways, she needs a name."
Jill's head shot up immediately, and her reply was said not as a suggestion, but as a statement of fact, "Her name is Lethe."
Haar was taken back, "That was sudden. Why Lethe?"
"Well, I used an ancient technique handed-"
"Cut the theatrics."
"I've wanted a cat since I was 10. I've had a while to think about it."
Haar clenched his teeth. Shiharam never did like cats. Well, Jill wanted one, so damn it, he'd give her one. Though he didn't quite understand why he wanted to please her so much…
She's the woman of the house. I just want her to be happy so I'm happy.
Author's note: "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Haar."
"Gregor like where this is going! Next time should be happy fun with Cherche moving party, no?"
"Yup. So until next time…"
See ya, space cowboy.
