A/N: UPDATE: learned Tama actually isn't de-sexed, oops... I'll fix it in the future don't worry guys!

Hey guys, another author's note lmao. Thank you for all the support! I really appreciate it. :) I've been watching a lot of Supervet lately and that's where I got the idea for this chapter. ;p It's a pretty wholesome show if you wanna watch it yourself lol. The idea also came from real life experience too, as I have two cats of my own.

On another note, I'm currently writing an OPM x Yandere Sim fanfic called One Punch Simulator, if you're into that you can check it out. Okay, onto the chapter!

Tama was acting weird. She wouldn't eat her food, and she kept throwing up. Zenko wasn't sure what was wrong with her. Her brother was busy with hero duties, so he wasn't around. She talked to her grandparents instead.

"She might be sick," her grandmother said. She handed Zenko a mop. "Wait until your brother gets home, and we'll figure something out."

Zenko sniffled. What if Tama was dying? She didn't want to wait. She wanted to do something now. So... she called her brother.

"Hey, sis, big bro's a little busy right now," he told her, not unkindly. "Is this important?"

"Tama's sick," Zenko told him, tearfully. "I wanna take her to the vet but Grandma and Grandpa won't let me!"

"She's sick?" Badd asked. He sounded worried. "Can't do anythin' about that now, Zen. I'll try and finish up here, as quickly as I can."

"Hurry up!" Zenko told him. "Please," she added quietly.

"See ya soon," he replied, hanging up.

An hour later, Badd came home, bat over his shoulder.

"Big bro!" Zenko cried, as he entered the house. "Finally!"

"Hey, sis," he said. "Where's-"

He was interrupted as Zenko grabbed his hand and dragged him to her room. Tama was lying on the floor, looking tired.

"Hey there, kitty," Badd said, kneeling down to scratch her behind the ears. She purred, meekly. He turned to Zenko. "How's she been feelin'?"

"She was throwing up before," Zenko said. "And she won't eat any food."

Badd pulled out his phone.

"What are you doing?" Zenko asked him.

"Bookin' a vet appointment," he told her, standing up. He called the vet and talked to them for a bit. It was a busy vet, but it was a good vet, so he'd deal with the wait. Zenko nervously petted Tama, whose eyes seemed to be full of mourning.

It was going to be okay, wasn't it?

"Booked it," Badd said, kneeling down beside his sister. "We're goin' in tomorrow."

Zenko nodded. She clung onto her brother's arm. "Will she be okay?"

"'Course she will," Badd answered, "she's got fightin' spirit!"

Zenko looked like she was going to cry. Badd (secretly) felt the same way. If Tama really was… so sick that… euthanasia would have to occur, he didn't know what he'd do. Who was going to sleep on his desk while he fumed over algebra? Who was going to cuddle up on his bed and make him temporarily forget all his worries? Who was going to wake him up at 4AM by mewing in his face?

He hated to admit it, but he'd even miss that last one.

The siblings went to the vet the next day. It wasn't the first time they'd been - Tama'd had to go there to be neutered. Zenko was still annoyed about it. She had wanted a whole litter of kittens (or 'baby Tamas', as she called them) - unfortunately, her grandparents had not.

The vet smelled like animal pee and was completely white, aside from various posters about flea treatments. The siblings, with Tama in a cat carrier, sat down in some hard, plastic seats. There were some other people there, such as a kid with a bird, a few dogs, and some other cats. Tama's meows mixed in with the other sounds of the animals. Zenko tried to poke her fingers through the bars of Tama's cage, hoping it would calm her down. Sadly, Tama kept meowing. Zenko decided to focus on something else.

"Look, big bro, that girl over there has a piglet," Zenko said, pointing to a young woman, that indeed, had a pet pig on a leash.

"What'd you want a pig as a pet for?" Badd asked. "Waste of bacon."

Zenko slapped his arm. "Badd! That's not funny!"

"I was kiddin', I was kiddin'!" Badd exasperated, waving his arms.

Zenko rolled her eyes. "You're so dumb, big bro."

Suddenly, a familiar teen girl, dressed head to toe in a active wear, walked into the vet, holding a leash with 6 dogs attached. They were all yipping away.

"All of you, shush," the girl told them, firmly. She pointed at a grey poodle. "Muffin, bad girl. Don't bite Sir Winterbottom's, well, bottom."

"What the…" Badd stared at the girl. "Lily?"

Lily looked up, turning red, and stared at him. "Oh! Uh, hi! Metal Bat! And Zenko!"

"That's a lot of dogs, Lily," Zenko said, genuinely impressed. "Are they yours?"

Lily shook her head. "These are my neighbour's. He looks after these rescue dogs, and I take them for walks. He pays me for it. It's my new job. Yeah, I know. Another one. Ha ha."

There was an awkward silence.

Lily coughed. "Anyway, he wanted to take them to the vet for a check-up today, but had to go to some important meeting so he wasn't able to. I offered to take them for him since I was going to take them for a walk anyway and he accepted. So here I am."

"Right," Badd said, staring at all the dogs. "Seriously, girl. How many jobs do you have?"

Lily's face went a deeper red. "Just a few."

"Tama?" a vet called, holding up a clipboard. "We're ready to see you now."

Badd and Zenko stood up. Tama mewed some more from her cat carriage.

"Good luck!" Lily told them. She glared at the dogs at her feet. "Raspberry! For the last time, sit!"

Badd and Zenko followed the vet to a small room. In there was an examining table, a desk, and other things found in a medical environment. The vet sat behind her computer, while the siblings sat in some seats beside her.

"Alright, there we go," she said, finishing whatever she was typing on her computer. She faced the siblings. "What seems to be- oh my god. You're Metal Bat." She gasped, eyes going wide. "Oh my god. Holy crap. Can I have your autograph?"

"Hey, lady, I'm here ta' find out why my cat's sick," Badd growled, "not to give out autographs."

The vet blushed. "Um, r-right. S-Sorry. I lost track of myself there." She cleared her throat, smoothing out her shirt. "Let's get Tama here onto the examining table, huh?"

Badd managed to coo Tama out of the carriage. He was glad she got to get out of there - he hated seeing her stuck in there. It felt like animal cruelty.

The vet began to examine her.

"She's a little bit overweight," the vet said. She frowned. "How's she been, these last few days?"

"She's been throwin' up," Badd told her. "Not eatin' food, either."

Tama mewed, stress-fully.

"Calm down, kitty," Badd told her, in a gentle tone, scratching her behind the ears. "Yer fine. Mama's here."

"Hmm," the vet mused. "Let me take her temperature."

She went and picked up a thermometer.

Badd cringed. "Don'tcha have to put that thing in her…"

The vet nodded, smiling sympathetically. "You don't have to look if you don't want to."

Badd covered his sister's eyes.

"Big bro!" she whined.

After the vet checked Tama's temperature, she turned back to the siblings.

"She's a normal temperature, and judging by her weight, I believe she may be eating food too quickly," the vet said, staring at Badd. "How much, and how often do you feed her?"

"Well, my little sis feeds her as well when I ain't around," Badd said. "I usually feed her when I get home from school, and in the morning. What 'bout you, Zen?"

"I feed her at night," Zenko answered, "and if she meows at me a lot."

"And how much do you feed her, per serving?" the vet asked.

"No idea," Badd admitted. "I don't really pay attention."

The vet made a face.

"Big bro!" Zenko scowled. She rolled her eyes at the vet. "Sorry, he's as dense as his bat."

"What?" the hero asked.

"She eats about a cup a day," Zenko told the vet, ignoring her brother.

"As in, a measuring cup?" the vet asked.

Zenko shrugged. "Just a normal cup, that you'd drink out of, I guess."

The vet frowned thoughtfully. "I see. You are overfeeding her, and she is eating too fast. You should only feed Tama around twice a day, and make sure she always has water. If she keeps putting on weight, there's a chance she may get diabetes."

"Knew I was spoilin' her," Badd admitted. "Sometimes I feed her at nighttime as well."

"And you bought her an expensive cat bed from Petfarm," Zenko added. "That thing is more comfy than Grandma's couch!"

The vet sighed. "Don't overfeed Tama. If you stick to only feeding her twice a day, she should stop vomiting."

"Got it," Badd said. He petted Tama, smiling. "Yeah, kitty? Yer so cute, aren't ya? Good girl."

"I think we're done here," the vet said, smiling. She blushed, and bowed. "I-it was an honour to meet you, Metal Bat sir, and I'd be really grateful if I could get your autograph."

Badd scowled.

"Never mind," the vet turned away, still blushing.

Once Tama (and her owners) got home, she curled up on Grandma's couch, while the siblings sat next to her.

"I bought her a damn expensive bed and she still prefers this old thing," Badd grumbled.

"Smells weird, too," Zenko commented.

Badd snorted. He petted Tama again, who purred. His will crumbled. "Aww, I can't stay mad at you, kitty."

Zenko rolled her eyes. But hey, neither could she.