Intro: Merf. I've noticed that there are nearly no Katt and Wolf romance stories here. Odd isn't it?
You really want to trust her? She'll probably steal everything you have. Oh, wait, I'm sorry, you don't have anything. I guess I forgot that you were an insignificant piece of nothing. Too bad.
Wolf woke up that morning five days after the incident with that pink cat, strangely with a good mood. The voices in his head were starting to become less of a problem, as they were talking less. Wolf himself felt better than he had ever been. It was partly because he quit his lowly job at the dump, and was living a semi-good life for the first time in a long time. It was because that cat, oddly enough named Katt, was dropping by and spending time with him. Of course, Wolf thought that she was still trying to pickpocket him at first, but when the fifteen dollars plus the extra five he nicked back from her kept their place in his back pocket, he started to trust her.
Wolf remembered their conversation a few days ago about why Katt was helping him. Katt had dragged him out shopping for clothes, and Wolf was in the dressing room trying out a new pair of jeans when the enigma popped into his head again.
"Katt?" He had called through the dressing room door.
"What's the matter, hon?" She called back, "Too big?" Wolf looked down at the pants Katt was going to buy him. They fit perfectly.
"No, it's not that. I just don't understand why you are buying me all this stuff and treating me like your friend?" You see, Wolf never really had a friend. The only ones that came close were Leon, his former wingman, and Fox. Well, of course, that was before Wolf turned to Andross and Fox shot him in the eye.
"Hon, just suck it up," Katt laughed. Her laughter was music to Wolf's ears. She threw a T-shirt over the door to Wolf as she continued, "You just remind me so much of another person I knew. He was just as stubborn and mean as you, and I never got a chance to tell him how much I cared. I don't think he knew. Now that I've met you, it's like I've got a second chance to make someone better. It's because I care, Wolf." Wolf got angry at her words; he didn't know why.
"Listen," he snarled, "I don't need your charity. I don't want it! You're wrong. I don't need to be changed. This is how I am." He kicked down the door, throwing the pair of pants and the shirt in Katt's face. He started to walk out of the store when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.
"Wolf, you need it. You want it. You're just too egotistical to admit it," Katt pushed the clothes in Wolf's hands. She smiled and cooed at him, "Besides, I need a big, strong protector around. There are lots of people out there who are just waiting to catch me in a dark alley." Wolf blushed madly.
Wolf didn't mention it again. He did suck it up, and by the fifth day, he was starting to enjoy Katt's company. He enjoyed it a lot. He started to laugh with her, he started to share his stories with her, but nothing about his relations to Andross, of course. He told her childhood stories about his two best friends. A gray dog and an orange fox. They played every day after school. They joked and played pranks on each other. But that was the past. One is a captain in the Katina Air Force, the other a wandering mercenary. Katt always listened intently, smiling at the funny parts, comforting Wolf in the sad ones. She was a perfect audience. Wolf learned to like her. He learned to like her a lot.
She helped him put up new wallpaper for his apartment, and she bought him a filter for his icky tap water. Katt even took him out one day and made him get home lugging a brand new waterbed. Wolf became very used to Katt. He even forgot about their pickpocketing incident.
The fifth day. It was special to Wolf, not because of Katt. Not because of anything related to Zoness. It was his birthday, but he kept quiet during their shopping trip, because he knew that Katt would just make a huge fuss out of it and buy him more stuff. But Katt seemed to know he was hiding something. It really annoyed Wolf that she seemed to be able to read his mind. He was halfway done his bowl of yogurt at the food court with her when she said it.
"What do you want for your birthday?" She asked. Wolf choked.
"How did you know?" He asked, wiping his face with a napkin and coughing at the same time.
"Just a guess," she smiled. At that moment, Wolf knew he was in love.
(A/N: I'm guessing it's done, 'cause I don't plan on making any more chapters. Pbfft. Pointless...)