Getting home, I pulled my books out of my backpack and laid them on the table. "Dracula your so lucky your a cat." I told him as I took off my shoes. It was in that moment that it clicked... "THAT LITTLE SHIT!"
(So this next part is going to have Godric's thoughts and Drak's to Clara's rant.)
"He harassed me as a form of payback! What the hell!? He's eviler than I gave him credit for Drak!" Why am I venting to my cat...
Oh... That's your problem. You forgot my tuna again this morning. I watched as he just mewed at me and then started cleaning himself. No fucks were given this day. Tuna? He walked back and forth from me and the kitchen. "No Drak, I need a shower. I smell like spoiled coffee." That's you? I thought the litterbox exploded. I started walking off, and he hissed at me. Fine, where's your textbooks? Oh! Here they are-let me just...
Why... is she having a conversation with her cat?
"No! I will beat your ass!" I pointed at him, glaring. Oh no the finger! Whatever shall I do?!... GET ME MY TUNA! He hissed slash growled at me. "What the fuck is it with all the guys in my life being dicks!" I stormed off into the kitchen. Pissed off at my cat... what the hell has my life come to? You attract dicks, if you weren't such a bitch and didn't forget my tuna every morning I'm sure you'd be fine... but since you do... why don't you use them! Your like a female dog in heat! It's annoyin- oh Tuna! Anyways back to what I was thinking... why don't you use the one over there looking in the window? He seems desperate enough. My cat was meowing his head off, it kinda sounded like he was bitching me out... he probably is.
The cat just pointedly looked at my location and meowed loudly... If she looks over here and you get me in trouble she's gonna need a dumber cat.
Ah, Desperate looks upset. Don't worry, Clara is clueless.
Ivy's POV
"Honey I'm home!" I let the door slam behind me.
"While you were out potentially screwing Sascuatch I was getting bitched at by our "son" here. He's your problem now."
"No I'll pass, I need a shower."
"...No you don't! You smell fine!" Let Clara shower... or else I may confuse her for my litterbox. She set the tuna down in front of Drak and he devoured it. "Pig."
"You'll live Clara." I told her walking away.
Godric's POV.
"What are you doing?" Eric asked me.
"Look at this."
"No."
"Eric."
"Fine." He gives up easily and looks in the window to see the Clara talking to her cat about her day. It seemed like the cat was talking back. "She's crazy. Why do you always go for the crazy types?"
"Your talking about yourself again Eric."
"I'm not that crazy." he told me, pointing at Clara.
I had a blast writing this chapter, my sister and I were losing it. Hope ya'll enjoy!
