Whiskers

Buyo turned over onto his considerable stomach and blinked in dissatisfaction at the two assembled before him. The whiskers on his nose twitched. The dog-boy was back again. Buyo sighed. What was this world coming to, when humans that smelled like dogs could freely enter his house whenever they pleased.

"I don't want to, wench," the dog-boy whined. Buyo sniffed. As if what the dog-boy wanted mattered here. This was cat domain, through and through.

"C'mon Inuyasha," Kagome pleaded. "Don't be like that. I want you two to be friends."

Buyo's and Inuyasha's ears went flat against their skulls at that. Buyo actually managed to bring up the energy to raise his head and glare at the girl in outrage. Friends! He, a respectable cat, friends with a dog-boy? And she was normally such a sensible girl.

Kagome kneeled down next to him and began scratching behind his ears. Buyo leaned his head back on his paws and let out a purr. Well, maybe he could forgive her, just this once.

Kagome shot the dog-boy a glare. "Inuyasha, stop being so difficult and just get it over with already."

"Alright, alright already, sheesh." The dog-boy grumbled, but finally squatted down in front of Buyo and none to gently deposited a saucer full of milk in front of the cat.

"Here you go, you fat cat. Milk to fatten you up some fuc…"

"Inuyasha! Language!"

Buyo watched in amusement as his girl and the dog-boy started arguing, the dog-boy obviously losing ground and starting to look panicked. Buyo twitched his whiskers in interested and sat up to watch. This was getting good.

"You jerk! Sit!"

The dog-boy went crashing to the ground, the force of the impact sending soft ripples through the still surface of his saucer of milk.

His girl stomped away, leaving the dog-boy in an impressive crater muttering angrily to himself. Twitching his tail from side to side, Buyo waddled over to the saucer of milk and began to lap. Dinner and a show, how utterly delightful.

When he had lapped up the last drop of milk, Buyo carefully began to clean himself, ensuring he got even the tiniest of drops caught in his whiskers. He licked his paws and watched as the dog-boy crawled out of the crater, looking the worse for wear.

The life of a cat was good.