Warren's POV

Being crammed in the back seat of your average car with my sister and Rekken is not a fun experience.

I do not recommend you even try it.

Of course, Lilith put me on what Maj likes to call 'cock-block duty', by making me sit in between them.

How I survive with Valerie I'll never know; she and Rekken would not shut up.

Finally, the only other male in the car looked at me.

"Warren? Do you even like cats?"

I shrugged. "They're okay, but they seem to like me more than Val. According to Layla's mom, it's because I'm, the cats said, I quote, plushier."

He bit his tongue to keep from laughing. Smart move, there, Stretch.

I glared at him, while Val explained a bit more, grinning. Not a good sign. "Lilith thinks it's a good idea to get him an animal friend, so he wouldn't be so grumpy all the time."

I tried to smack her in the back of the head, but alas, with very little room, it just turned into a slap-fight.

Once again, Rekken. Smart to keep your mouth shut. Someone's gonna live long.

Pulling up to the local animal shelter is going to open up a world of hurt for me.

Just have to pray Layla's not here.

Alright, whoever informed Layla is going to be burnt to a crisp.

Both her and her mom are here. Oh, doom of dooms…

And the cats. They're everywhere… Don't get me started on the smell. Should have brought a can or two of Febreeze.

On second thought, make that one or two dozen.

Layla sat me down in a chair, while Valerie and Lash snickered away. You two just wait; my revenge will come, trust me.

After about ten minutes of waiting, Layla and her mom returned, cats following.

A multitude of cats; every size, every shape, every color, fur type, markings… I swear, they had half the cats in the world here.

Cat after cat jumped on to my lap, turned around, looked at me, meowed, purred; anything to get me to take one home.

Valerie, you are so dead. And I will seriously need a few lint-rollers after this.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a small white cat jumped into my lap, his ears folded over. A caramel-ish colored patch covered part of his head, and those eyebrows. They're huge! He just sat on my knees, staring up at me, head cocked to one side, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

He then proceeded to kneed my left knee with his paws, tail swishing back and forth.

After a moment's hesitation, I scratched his head, and a purr erupted from him.

Layla looked up from feeding and petting the other cats, when she heard the purring. "Oh, you've found Iggy. He's kinda of strict when it comes to some of the other cats. He bats Americat on the head when he's being too rowdy, and he hates Francis over there." She pointed to the other cats.

Americat had a funny little bit of fur sticking up from his head, while Francis was presenting a rose to a female cat.

"I thought you'd take Ludwig over there," She pointed to a big gray tabby. "But then again, he's kind of shy when it comes to meeting new people."

Ludwig was currently standing tall over a hyper-active ball of fur playing with a catnip mouse.

I thought for a moment, then made my decision. "I'll take Iggy here."

Layla clapped her hands together, starling a small cat trying to slink past a very large, poufy, cat with a tattered white scarf tied around its neck. "Wonderful! Mom, can you get the forms please?"

No luck for the small one; the large cat pounced on it, pushing down on its head, tiny mews of protest coming from the captive.

I tapped Layla on the shoulder, Iggy cradled in one arm. "Layla, is that normal?" I pointed at the bullying cat.

She waved it off. "That's completely normal. Ivan's always doing that to Toris."

After one last glance at the struggling cats, I turned to sign the forms Layla's mom had brought in.

This has been a very strange experience, brought to you by Valerie and Blitzkrieg.

But if it keeps her little dragon friend from trying to eat anything, and cause chaos, it's good enough for me.

Valerie's POV

Keeping Blitzkrieg restrained in my room while Iggy got used to the main floor and upstairs is quite the task. Thank god for scrap metal.

He was currently munching on a pile of it, which sat near a perch Will and Ethan made for him.

Reason being he destroyed the footboard of my bed; those gouges are pretty deep.

Thankfully, the perch was made of a metal he doesn't like the taste of; Stainless Steel.

I'm going to have to get more scrap metal soon.

Finally, after about an hour or so, I was able to introduce Blitzkrieg to Iggy.

Here's to praying the Scottish Fold did freak and bolt out the door.

Blitzkrieg jumped from my arm, down to the floor where Iggy was sniffing Warren's shoe. After getting a good whiff of it, he sneezed.

Laughing, I told Warren he needs to wash his shoes, making him scowl.

Blitzkrieg cautiously approached Iggy, who was currently oblivious to the creature behind him.

When Blitzy poked Iggy, the cat stood there, looking at the reptilian.

Stare off…

Iggy broke the stare first, jumping at Blitzkrieg, who jumped up in surprise.

The cat rubbed its head against Blitzkrieg's wing, who then began to nuzzle the cat.

All of us stared in shock at the two; guess we all thought Iggy would run away.

Then phone rang, and Warren picked up. "Y'ello."

Pause. "Okay, let me put you on speaker."

Layla's voice came out. "Hey, I forgot to tell you a couple things about Iggy; one, he likes creatures that have to do with mythology, like Fairies, Unicorns and Dragons."

"We just figured that out. He startled Blitzkrieg. But they're all good now."

"Okay, last couple things. He loves Tea, for some strange reason, particularly Earl Grey. Also, don't feed him any Hamburgers; he'll only throw up in your room. Anyways, I'll see you at school tomorrow. Oh, and Val, are you going to come? You haven't been to school for a month. You should bring Blitzkrieg."

I chewed on my lip for a moment. "Yeah, I think I will. May as well; no one's met him yet, plus it should provide some much-needed entertainment."

"Great! See you tomorrow!"

I hope tomorrow goes well.

A/N: Whoever names where the cats are from gets a hug and a kitten.