a/n: Hi! I've been wanting to write something for this for awhile, but I hadn't decided until today…

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It was quite the normal afternoon in the loft. Mark was out filming who knows what (probably homeless people), Mimi was downstairs, playing with her cat, and I was… incredibly bored. Again. Suddenly I heard footsteps! Maybe it was someone interesting. Mimi came in, cat in tow. I leaned back on the couch, groaning internally. I cannot stand this cat. Maybe we just don't get along, or I'm not a cat person, but it has it in for me. I see it in its beady little eyes… maybe it's plotting murder… jeez, I'm paranoid.

Anyway, Mimi's particular thing she wanted me to do was look after this cat. I was like, no way, but she was like, okay, I'll bring you some donuts on my way home, you mofo, so I agreed. As soon as Mimi breezed out the door, humming some Christmas tune, the cat and I sized each other up. Then it started cleaning itself. Ew, now I know this cat's a she.

This is for donuts, I reminded myself, so you gotta do it. The cat was just staring at me now, looking smug. I reached over to pet her, smiling as she started purring. Maybe this wasn't so bad. I was just getting used to this when Mark walked in the door, spooking Kitty, who jumped on me and dug her claws in. I started screaming.

"Mark! Get this goddamn thing off my fucking shirt! It's gonna have like a thousand holes in it! I swear to God, I got this shirt made after my first concert! It's SPECIAL!!"

Mark calmly put his camera down on a counter, came over to me, and removed the cat, who practically leaped into his arms and started purring. I puffed out my cheeks for a couple seconds, then held out my shirt to examine it. It was alright except for a tear across the left sleeve. It looked natural, so I shrugged it off and stared at Mark.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Charm the cat! What else?"

"Beats me. Maybe if you didn't try so hard..."

"Ouch, Mark..." I frowned.

"Sorry."

"Hey, wanna find some string? Maybe she'll play."

"Sounds fun, but I have to make food. Collins and Angel are coming over later."

I scoffed. "What're you gonna make? Cap'n Crunch a la mode?"

"Good point."

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Half an hour later, we had pretty much trashed the entire loft. Every plastic bag we owned was on the floor; every single piece of string we could find was attached to me or the cat. Mark, the cat, and I were sprawled near the couch, relaxing. We heard footsteps, and Mark sat up. Kitty's ears pricked.

Mimi shoved the door open and gasped. "Wow, guys," she giggled. "Just a bit messy."

"Oh, yeah," I told her, "Kitty wanted us to play."

"Her name is Mew. How many times am I gonna have to tell you?"

"I dunno. I think Kitty is hungry, though."

Mimi sighed. "That's okay." She shifted the box she was holding before giving it to me. "Here are your donuts."

Yum. Grease, glaze, bread, and fat, all in one tasty package. Donuts are great.

Picking up the cat, Mimi went downstairs to her apartment. Mark and I got up only to discover how messy the loft really was.

"Great golly goodness," I said, "we'd better clean this up."