"I can't believe your letting me play with a ball of yarn from your basket," Cat stared at Marinette upside down as he played with the red yarn ball. It was rare for Marinette to let Cat play with one as she was a fashion designer and couldn't have chewed or drooled on product.
"It is National Cat Day," Marinette giggled as she sprawled out on the soft pink blanket she had spread on the balcony. "And I made us a little picnic to celebrate." "Picnic?" Cat sat up at once, the ball rolling behind a plant.
"Yeah, I've got egg salad sandwiches, lemonade, and your favorite...cookies!" Cat was always trying to raid the family cookie jar, and as much as Marinette scolded him, it was kinda cute.
"Now if wouldn't get jealous of other black cats," Marinette giggled. Cat smiled, reaching for a sandwich, blushing when his hand touched hers.
"But Princess, if you fall in love with another black feline, where does that put me?" Marinette sighed.
"Love, its kinda hard not to say no to silky black fur, a vibrating tail when it purrs, and gorgeous eyes." "To bad my suit didn't come with fur," Cat muttered. "You'd roast, and your cute without fur. You'll always be my Number One fur ball."
"Besides, it's Adrien's eyes that pull me in and see the depths of my soul," Marinette sighed, and Cat nearly choked on his sandwich. How do you tell the girl your in love with that the boy your crushing on can hear every word?
"You okay?" "Yeah." "Cookie?" "Princess, you don't have to ask."
With bellies soon warm and full, Marinette crawled over to Cat, and Cat cuddled her, his chin on top of her head. A vibrating purr soon started up. "Cat!" Marinette laughed. "I can't help but purr when your hair smells like cupcakes."
Marinette snorted. "Oh, Kitty." She ruffled his hair playfully, and catching the sight of Cat, she froze. Cat leaned forward, cupping her cheek and bringing his lips to his.
Who needed a fluffy ball of fur, when you had Cat Noir?