Authors note: It has always annoyed me that we see nothing more of Monty after 'Dead Of Winter'. It has become my firm head-canon that Monty keeps living with Robbie for long afterwards. Here is a snippet from his point of view with very, very slight Lewis/Hobson. Thank you to the lovely princessozmaofoz for poking me into writing this one and providing the idea :) Enjoy.

"You'll be a good cat for Laura won't you Monty? Don't cause her any hassle, its good of her to come and look after you like this."

Or you could just stay here, Monty thinks. He likes this dark haired man, with his old hands and his love of fish and chips. He likes the way that he's allowed onto the sofas and the beds. The other man that used to look after him got very fussy about that. Always mumbling about a 'snark'. Monty had no idea what this human snark was, but it had earned him a lot of irritated mumbling and shooing off piles of papers. But the dark haired man was nice to him, and let Monty sit on the sofa when he was watching TV. And he always stroked him under his chin, which he liked.

There was a very tall man that came by quite often as well. He must have had too much kitten food when he was a baby to get that tall. His hair is blond and he fusses Monty as well. His hands aren't as old as the dark haired man's, but he has funny little lumps on them from use. Monty likes it when he's at the door, because that means that he's going to get yummy food. Sometimes its fish, sometimes its beef and sometimes its chicken, with strange flavours on it. But it always gets there the same. The dark haired man goes to the machine and talks into it. A little while later there's someone at the door with a bag of food that smells delicious. The dark haired man will give him a little bit. If he's lucky he can rub round the tall man's legs, and he gives him food as well.

But now the dark haired man is going to abandon him for a whole night. And to make it worse, the tall man is going with him. Monty doesn't know what a 'conference' is, but he doesn't like them if its going to take his dark haired friend away. The dark haired man doesn't like them either, he's done nothing but grumble about it all week. The doorbell rings.

"Hello Laura, come in." The dark haired man mentioned a Laura earlier, she must be the one who's going to feed me. The lady walks in and smiles, giving the dark-haired man a peck on the cheek.

"This must be Monty then," she says as she crouches down and offers her hand. He sniffs it tentatively and then rubs his head across the offered hand. He approves of this human. He's still not happy about the dark-haired man leaving him, or the tall one for that matter, but at least he hasn't left him with someone horrible.

"His food is in the cupboard next to the sink, along with his biscuits. If you could feed him tonight, and again tomorrow morning, and change his water, that'd be great. Thanks Laura." There was the beep of a car horn outside and Robbie bent down to scratch under his chin. "That'll be James. See you Laura. Thanks again. See you later Monty." How was he going to cope without that for a whole night? He hoped this Laura was good at chin scratching.

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The dark-haired man had been gone for about three hours when Laura fed him. He stalked around her ankles as she changed his water, and jumped up on the breakfast bar when she was mashing up his food.

"Oh no Monty, I know for a fact that Robbie doesn't let you do that." Monty was impressed, she was right. The dark haired man hadn't let him do that since he had tried to steal his chips not long after they met. He didn't even hiss as she picked him up and put him back on the floor. "You be patient for a little bit longer."

"Miiiiiaow" He hoped it was pitiful, but she just chuckled.

"Leave off, you're not starving. Look, its all done now. There you go." Monty ran to the food bowl eagerly and lapped up some water, before tucking into his dinner with gusto.

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A little while later, Laura was on the sofa watching telly. He leapt up beside her and attempted to climb up on her lap. She gently but firmly pushed him away. Oh no lady, that's not how you do it. I sit on your lap, and you stroke me. He tried again, but it didn't work. Instead the lady called Laura sneezed. Monty felt sorry for her. Sneezing wasn't fun, and humans seemed to get it even worse. The tall man had been here once, after he fell in some water and he had been sneezing a lot. In the end, the dark-haired man had forced him to the sofa with a hot water bottle and a blanket and made him stay there. The tall man had looked very sad all wrapped up and shivery. Monty had made sure to cuddle next to him that night. The tall man had been having furballs and he was trying to be quiet. Monty thought that was stupid to be doing it alone, so he miaowed as loud as he could to wake the dark-haired man and make him come into the bathroom to help. He was only a cat after all. Someone needed to look after the tall man and he could only do so much.

"Monty, no" Laura said as he tried once again, to sit on her lap. "You're making me sneeze." Well that was ridiculous, how could he make her sneeze? Offended, he stalked off and went to sleep on the dark-haired man's pillow. If Laura didn't want to talk to him, then so be it. He would just go and be not wanted somewhere comfy.

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In the morning, he heard the clink of china and rushed into the kitchen to see Laura putting his food down. He still hadn't forgiven her for ignoring him last night, but she was feeding him, so she obviously didn't hate him too much.

Once he'd eaten, Laura threw a ping pong ball around for him. He warmed to her a bit, since she was clearly making the effort and she did look a little bit ill. He took pity on her and walked away after a few minutes.

After what seemed like years, he heard a key in the door. Monty bounded down the hallway in excitement. When the door opened, he craned his neck and miaowed happily. The dark haired man! He was back! He rubbed himself all around the dark-haired mans ankles and purred as loudly as he possibly could.

"Hey there little fella" And there it was, that patent chin scratch that he loved so much. "You missed me then."

"Robbie?"

"Oh sorry James. Come on Monty, budge up and let James in." Monty purred louder still as he walked up the hallway a little. And the tall one? Both of them. I wonder if the tall one is staying tonight. The dark-haired man started talking to Laura.

"Laura you look terrible. What's wrong?"

"I'm allergic to cats."

"Oh blimey I didn't know, why didn't you say something?" Because she wanted to do something nice for you...sometimes, you humans are stupid. Laura confirmed that and the dark-haired man hugged her. Monty revised his opinion of Laura then, she was a nice lady. She would help him take care of his dark-haired man. And the tall one.

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Later that night, the tall one was lying on the sofa. Monty miaowed softly at him and he budged over to make some room.

"Come on then Mont'. Up you jump." Having gained the permission, (although he observed that the tall one never actually said no), he curled up in a little ball by the tall ones knees. He felt a hand gently scratching his back and he chirped happily. Shortly after this, the hand went lax and he heard the gentle snuffles that told him that the tall one had fallen asleep. He stayed there for a little bit; the tall one occasionally whimpered in his sleep, and Monty liked to nuzzle him when he did that, sometimes it made him calm again. He wonders if the tall one has anyone to nuzzle him when he doesn't sleep on the dark-haired man's sofa. He hopes so, he doesn't like to think the tall one is all alone at night when he gets scared.

Tonight though, the tall one must be having nice dreams because he's breathing calmly and there's a tiny smile on his face. Sure now that one of his favourite humans is happy, he jumps down from the sofa and trots into the dark-haired ones bedroom.

Once he gets there, he curls up against his owner's back, and stretches, before purring deeply and falling asleep.