Author's Note: So my friends were talking about Merlin (read: I was comparing them to various characters, and I decided one of my friends was Arthur, so another of my friends is all "Oh, then you must like cats." Then the first friend says, "Explain why me being 'Arthur' means I have to like cats? Can't I like dogs?" And so dog-loving-Arthur was created. Enjoy!

The People of Camelot

A Merlin Fanfiction

Chapter Five: Whiskers

"Why are you carrying around a blanket?" asks Arthur when Merlin passes him in the corridor. "You look like Morgana when she was three."

Merlin blinks at him, and shifts the cat in his arms. "What blanket? This is a cat." He holds it out to Arthur.

The cat glares. Arthur glares back.

"See?" asks Merlin blithely, "he likes you."

The cat hisses and swipes at Arthur's nose. Merlin backs up, adding hastily, "Maybe not."

No," mutters Arthur, pressing his sleeve over the cut on his nose, "I don't think so."

Arthur gives the cat a Look. The cat smirks.