Mona made sure to lock all the windows and doors in the house, she knows she did. So when she walks up to gentle breeze coming from an opened window in the living room, she mentally flipped her shit. Whats worst was the fairly big box sitting innocently in the middle of the room.

"Poppy, Poppy, POPPY!" Said girl screamed when I pushed her too hard, resulting in her landing on the floor from the bed couch. She cursed and pushed herself up from the floor, looking rather pissed off.

"What Desdemona." I ignored her venomous tone and looked fearfully into her eyes.

"I locked all the windows right?"

"What?"

"Last night, I locked all the windows right?!"

Poppy was silent for a moment for giving me an affirmative nod. "Why you asking?" she questioned, hoping back to to the bed.

I ignored her and drilled her more. "And you didn't open any right?"

She pulled a disbelieving face and shook her head no.

I let out a shaky breathe, feeling the tears swell in my eyes. I pointed at the open window and Poppy followed it. I watched as the confusion flashed on her face before fear settled in.

"Well... well maybe you missed one?" She joked weakly. I shook my head again and the pointed at the big box, whispering a soft "Look."

She too stared at the brown cardboard box and stiffened.

"So then it was you who put the box there then?" It was my turn to make a weak joke.

I sat next to Mona, watching the box with her. It has been a total of fifteen minutes since she woke me up, and if I'm being honest, I wished she didn't.

God, I should have just stayed at home. I shook my head at the thought and got up from the bed and walked towards the box.

"Poppy!" Mona whisper/shouted. I looked back her and raised my eyebrow in a true sarcastic manner.

"Investigating, of course." I replied cheekily, not breaking my stride.

When I reached the box, Mona had finally stopped protesting and stood beside me. I looked at her and mentally asked So we doing this? She sighed and nodded.

Mona went to the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors and a blade, while I kept watch on the damn thing. It was then when I heard the strangest sound.

Meowing?

I looked at the box more closely, holding my breathe. Nothing.

Huh.

Mona came back and handed me the blade. I noticed that she held on to the scissors with a death drip.

"And now?" I whispered, confused.

"A weapon, to kill." She answered, moving a strand long, brown and pink tip-dyed hair behind her ear. She stood, feet apart and tense, ready to pounce. I snickered and gave her a really? look.

We both stopped breathing as I pushed out the blade and stabbed the tapped part of the box, dragging it across the box.

I unfolded the the flaps slowly, heart hammering as I reached the last one.

"Meow."

I gasped at the sound. So I DID hear meowing, I'm not crazy after all!

Mona crouched down next to me as we both stared into the eyes of many cats sitting in the box.

"Oh Thank Gods, they're not bombs!" Mona said, releasing a long breathe.

"Mona come over here and pet the kitties," Poppy exclaimed, surrounded by the numerous cats that jumped out of the cursed box. It was like Pandora's box, Cat edition.

"Not in the mood," I mumbled into my pineapple juice, watching from the couch.

The box that had miraculously appeared in my home, through an open window that I HAD locked the night before, was filled with nothing but ten grown cats. I eyed them warily, locking eyes with the black and ginger cat. He rolled and purred loudly, pulling off a friendly appearance. I narrowed my eyes at him and frowned, looking away.

"Maybe you should get into the damn mod and come look at these fucking cats!"

"I'm more of a dog person."

"You're not even a person, get your ass over here!"

I sighed and moved towards her, taking a blanket with me and wrapping it around myself. I sat down besides her on the carpet and looked at her expectantly.

She sighed dramatically, and shoved a dark navy cat into my arms. Fuck, this one was heavy.

"Damn boy, what have you been eating, Sharks?" I turned him to face me and I swear, he almost looked pleased. I let him sit on my lap and rubbed the spot behind his ears, making him purr like decade old Chevy truck.

Poppy gave me a toothy smile, tying her orange hair into a loose high ponytails.

"So, what are you gonna name them?" She asked so nonchalantly that I almost thought of giving her a proper answer.

I stared at her, confused. "Why the hell would I keep them?"

Poppy basically gasped, hand over her heart as she clutched the strangely yellow cat in the other. "You have to keep them! There's no my mom would let me have them!"

"So I have to?" I snapped.

"YES!"

"WELL I SAY NO!"

"I DEMAND YOU SAY YES!"

"NO!"

"MEOW!" We both stopped at the sound of a high pitched screech. Looking at the the kitty clutter, we took note of the very ginger, almost orange, cat standing on the coffee table and looking over us.

Poppy and I shared a look before staring at the cat again. I started first.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Ya, what gives, think you run this place, don't do?"

"Well tough luck toots, we pay the damn bills to be shouting this damn house so-"

"SHUT YOUR FURRY ASS UP!" We finished simultaneously.

Silence. The cat sat calmly on the coffee table, unfazed.

"Damn not even a flinch? Lame." Poppy remarked, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

I looked at the orange cat, staring into its strange pale purple eyes.

"So what, you the leader of the Gucci gang of Fucks?" I asked seriously, taking note of the way his eyes narrowed and how the hairs of his tail rose.

It was then when I noticed how most of the cats had gathered around us, each holding a semi-tense pose.

"Really? Loyal much." Poppy said through a mouthful of honey Cheerios. I laughed but very much agreed with her, I don't think I've seen cats stick together this much. The times I did was when I was watching cartoons or anime.

I sat on my ass and crossed my legs, moving the blanket to cover my feet.

"So," I drawled loudly, gaining the attention of Poppy and the ten cats, "What will we name you?"