A guest reviewer named Mac (Hi there!) suggested a Nekotalia drabble, and I thought why not? Cats are great.

IDK honestly, cats man, how do you write cats? My answer: make them assholes. I'm sorry. Also I had no idea what to name them, so I called them Scone and Mouser 'cause I'm uncreative...

If anyone else wants to suggest an idea for a drabble, go right ahead, I'm a mere human, I only have so many of them.

Enjoy! ;)

Now, Scone was a reasonable cat, and such conducted himself in a reasonable manner, but if he was kicked off the couch one more time by those absolute buffoons he was going to pee on them in their sleep.

He arched his back dramatically as he walked away as haughtily as possible, as the yellow one, who he had named Food, said something to the orange one, who he had named Loud, making the two of them look at him and giggle. It was degrading. He was a cat of good breeding! He didn't deserve such treatment!

"I'll have you know, I have every right to sharpen my claws there later," Scone said to them, earning only an annoying pat on the head, and some more noises which he couldn't make head nor tail of, from Loud. The only noise he could even decipher a little was "Mouser" but he sure as hell wasn't going to-

"Hey Scone!"

Oh perfect, as if the day couldn't get any worse.

"What are you doing here Mouser?"

He turned to the other, orange-er, Scottish fold who was trotting up to him happily, a sunny aura about him, "Nice brought me here to see you," he said, nuzzling up to Scone and making him groan and push him away, "I think Bossy wanted you to make a friend."

"I don't need a friend, and if I do decide to make one, it surely will not be you."

Mouser's eyes widened comically wide, making a sarcastic puppy-dog (a stupid expression, in Scone's humble opinion, Puppies weren't cute, they were loud and annoying, and they never grew out of it either. Then again, that is exactly the words he would use to describe the other cat, so he supposed the expression had a little merit) face, "Aw, you don't mean that?"

Scone huffed, "I most certainly do."

Mouser nuzzled him again, "Nah you don't!"

Scone struggled to get away, but it seemed the Mouser had somehow managed to tip him over and get on top of him so there was no way to escape, "Get off me!"

"No!"

"Mouser, get off me!"

Mouser settled down heavily, making Scone wheeze, "I don't want to, you're comfortable."

Scone huffed out irritably, gazing helplessly at the two humans who were watching them amusedly, "Well help me!"

The two of them just laughed, exchanging some noises before doing that weird thing that humans do and pushing their faces together. Scone abruptly came to the realization that neither Food nor Loud were going to be of any help to him, and he was stuck underneath Mouser until one of them mentioned something that piqued the other cat's interest and he was freed from his current position.

Scone huffed loudly, "I hate you."

"I know. It's a good thing you're pretty, or Id' have given up on you long ago."

"I will scratch your eye out of you say another word."

"Word."

"For the love of-!"

England and Scotland watched as Scone and Mouser interacted with mild amusement. "God, your cat is an aloof tight-arse," Laughed Scotland as Scone wiggled out from under Mouser and hissed at him.

"And yours is a smug little prick," England replied, as Mouser continually toyed with Scone until the other cat meowed angrily and fled the room, the other cat trotting smugly after him.

"They say pets take after their owners."

England considered that for a moment, before a scowl spread over his face, "Hey, who are you calling an aloof tight-arse?"

Scotland just laughed and dodged England's swat at his head, fleeing after the two cats, "I love you~!"

"Shove it up your arse Scotland!"