Disclaimer: don't own 'em.
Author's Note: Okay Lara there really is no cat in here physically. Just really funny Josh. And I know you like funny Josh. Plus in the next chapter… welll…. Let's just say the cat evolves from your cat to… a much much eviler cat.
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Josh had been asleep for about half an hour. Suddenly he heard a crash come from across the room.
"Josh what are you…!" Donna came storming into the room.
"Shhh…" Josh said holding up the lamp, forgetting it was there.
Donna looked around the room, then back at Josh.
"Josh I…"
He waved for her to stop.
She edged her way over to the couch. Josh was now on his hind legs ready for an attack.
"What's going on?" Donna whispered.
Josh shook his head. Then he mouthed the word… CAT.
Donna rolled her eyes. Suddenly there came another crash.
"What the hell!" she said.
Josh bounced on her. "Keep your voice down women," he whispered. "We don't want him to know we're here."
Donna looked at him. "Will you get off me!" Josh removed his hands from her arms. "Josh it's a cat."
"Evil homicidal cat," he whispered. He scanned the room quickly. "Donna we have to have an attack strategy."
"Josh!"
"Shhhh…"
"It's just a cat," she whispered a little lower.
"You don't know the cat like I do Donna," he told her. "I have scars from that cat."
She looked at him head tilted.
"Fine I don't have scars," he responded. "But I've decided, tonight I am going to kill that cat."
"Josh!" Donna nearly screamed.
"I mean it Donna where do you keep the arsenic?"
She stared at him for a moment. If he weren't so drunk she wouldn't have been worried. Drunk Josh might however kill her roommates cat.
"get into my bed," she sighed.
He shook his head. "Can't have sex with the cat in the apartment."
She hit him in the arm. "There will be no sex. There will be no touching. Just get in my bed and get to sleep."
Josh stared at her for a moment. Donna was extremely scary. He thought very hard then about his mission to kill the cat. Donna's bed? Kill the cat?
"Okay Donna," Josh said getting up slowly keeping his eyes on the corner where he had seen the cat. "Where do you keep the guns?"
"Josh," she sighed.
"Right we're Democrats," he said as though it were now a bad thing. "Damnit no guns!"
"Arghh," she growled. "Will you please stop? He's a cat Josh."
She got up then and went back to her room.
"If you complain at all tomorrow," she mumbled as she walked past him.
Josh scanned the room. "Damn cat!" he mumbled to himself. "Would have been the best sex of my life."