Klaroline Fanfiction Wekk Day 4: Humor

I thought this would be the perfect day to use an old prompt (sorry!) from Ms. ZoeiLang (FFN): Caroline gets a pet while she is living with Klaus.

In which Klaus unwillingly learns all about cats.

If he wanted to, Klaus could pinpoint the exact moment in time he had lost his sanity.

It wasn't because of some curse, or the death of a loved one, or any of the many supernatural problems that seemed to crop up on a weekly basis. No, the cause was much more sinister than that.

A Kitten.

The hybrid had been adamantly against getting a pet as soon as Caroline expressed an interest. They were too time consuming, filthy, obnoxious, and most of all, too human. His protests seemed to fall on deaf ears, however, as the persistent blonde continued to drop hints and talk endlessly about her latest obsession.

Klaus should have known he would give in eventually; he never could deny her anything. But he never actually got the chance.

As soon as Kol caught wind of Caroline's desire, and Klaus' displeasure, he was quick to pounce on the opportunity to irritate his brother. The troublesome Original had burst in one day, without knocking Klaus recalled, carrying a tiny grey bundle in his arms.

Caroline had of course squealed in delight, rushing over and snuggling the small kitten. Klaus had tried to object, but one look into her large blue eyes so full of happiness melted his resolve. He settled for shooting Kol a withering glance and storming out of the room, doing his best to ignore his brother's laughter.

Caroline had later informed him that the kitten was named Hercules. The way she smirked as she told him indicated the name was some sort of jab at his expense, but he chose to ignore it, instead shooting the cat a glare as it gnawed on the laces of his boots.

It had been three months since that day and Klaus' sanity had been slipping ever since. It seemed like the bigger the cat grew, the bigger the problems it caused became.

First had been the food.

He had tried to appease Caroline, who was snubbing him as he snubbed the cat, by buying the annoying beast some food. He had presented it to his love, grinning proudly, expecting a reward for his good behavior. But she had taken one look at the bag and frowned.

"This is the wrong kind," she told him, looking at him as if he should have known better. "It has to go back."

"What?" he deadpanned, eyes narrowing in confusion.

"This is full of by products and filler, it's terrible for my baby," Caroline told him, bending down to pick up the small ball of fur.

"Food is food, Caroline," Klaus said with a frown, growing annoyed.

"Oh, okay, so you won't mind if I replace all your blood bags with, say, rat blood then, right?" she asked with a raised brow. "Blood is blood."

Klaus returned the bag.

Then there was the litter issue.

"He's still learning," she informed him, cuddling Hercules in her arms, barely sparing Klaus a glance as he waved his wet shirt in front of her.

"It's the third time this week!"

Caroline looked up, shooting him a glare. "And did you clean out the litter box when you said you would the other day?"

His hand lowered, scowl on his face.

"And don't leave your clothes on the floor, that's just asking for it," she called over her shoulders as she carried Hercules downstairs.

Klaus did the laundry with a deep frown.

Scratching soon became an issue.

"Caroline! Your foul beast has scratched me again!"

The blonde walked into the living room, lips pursed as she took in the sight of Klaus sitting on the floor, Hercules hiding under the table, watching him carefully.

"And what were you doing?"

"… Petting him," he eventually answered, avoiding her eyes.

"Petting him where?" she asked, crossing her arms. When he remained silent she continued, answering for him. "On his belly, I bet. Honestly Klaus, you are harder to train than the cat. I don't know how many times I have to tell you, don't touch his belly!" she reprimanded, fishing the cat out from under the table, holding him as he purred in her arms.

Klaus huffed from his spot on the floor, finding it ridiculous that he was jealous of a cat.

"And quit sulking," she called over her shoulder as she left. "A little scratch shouldn't bother the Big Bad Hybrid, right cutie?" Caroline said to Hercules, ignoring the growl coming from Klaus.

He gave the kitten a glare anytime it showed its belly from then on.

The claws in general were also a problem.

"My couch!"

The vampire rolled her eyes, putting down her book and gently moving a sleeping Hercules off her lap before she went to find her shouting hybrid.

"What now?"

"Look at my couch!" Klaus yelled, gesturing angrily at the antique, scratch marks all over the wooden legs, tears in the fabric.

Caroline frowned, looking around the room. "Where are Hercules' scratching posts and cat trees?"

"Those things were hideous, I got rid of them," he said haughtily.

"Klaus!" she yelled angrily, shooting him a glare. "You can't throw away his scratching outlets and expect him to not find something else to use! Honestly, you are vainer than Rebekah. I offered to let you help pick things out for him, but you were uninterested. This is your own fault," she scolded, shaking her head before she turned on her heel.

Klaus spent the next two hours on the internet ordering cat furniture.

His patience with the creature was wearing thin. Caroline seemed to pay it more mind than she did him, often preferring to snuggle with Hercules in their bed than him, something that greatly bothered the Original.

He was beginning to contemplate ways of getting rid of the beast, but couldn't come up with any that didn't involve an angry Caroline. Klaus was reaching the end of his rope when something strange happened.

Hercules sat on his lap. And purred.

It was completely at random. Klaus had been avoiding the kitten for weeks, leaving a room as soon as it entered. But here it was, sitting curled up on his lap of its own accord, purring away.

He leerily stroked its back, afraid this was another trap like the belly thing. But Hercules only purred louder, thrusting his head into Klaus' hand, demanding more attention.

Klaus wasn't sure how long he had been petting the cat, but he was broken from his reverie by the sound of a camera, Caroline's squee of joy quickly following.

"See, I told you he liked you!" she cried, angling her phone to take another picture, laughing at the hybrid's frown.

He completely changed his opinion of Hercules though when he learned of the cat's favorite game.

Whenever Kol would visit, which was far too often for Klaus' taste, Hercules would take to hiding under whatever piece of furniture Kol sat on, swatting at his feet at random.

Klaus found it hilarious; Kol not so much.

"Bloody ungrateful wretch! I'm the one that brought you here, you traitor!"

From then on, instead of planning ways to get rid of Hercules, he planned ways to teach the cat to torture his family.

Caroline only shook her head when she caught him trying to teach the kitten to attack neck ties on command. "My two evil masterminds," she smirked, rolling her eyes in amusement.