JP - Orwell had it wrong

“Assholes!” He yelled at them.

Whiskers put his forepaws on Gregor’s shoulder and watched Herbert. <Haha> He purred.

Herbert glared at Whiskers. <This means war…>

<That’s animal abuse.> Whiskers retorted, making a cute chirping purr sound as he rubbed his head under Gregor’s chin.

<I’m never letting you in Evie’s room ever again, even when she’s back!> Herbert snapped and ran through the rain to reach the house.

Gregor pet Whiskers gently and set him down by his cat food once they were in the house. He chuckled as he watched Herbert head to the bathroom.

<Evie will let me in! I have always been faithful to my goddess!> Whiskers strutted around his food bowl before settling down to eat.

<Keep telling yourself that, Whiskers.> Herbert thought as he squeezed water out of his clothes in the bathtub.

“With all this rain, I don’t see it as safe to drive, so I’ll stay for the night.” Gregor told Whiskers, completely aware that he understood. Going to the fridge, he looked through all that Gelf had and got to work on making a small meal.

Whiskers sat on the floor and watched Gregor make a meal, patiently waiting for the man to do the right thing and give him food.

“Now, now, Whiskers, you’ve got food I already set out for you.” Gregor said, gesturing to the bowl that belonged to the cat. “Don’t get greedy.”

Whiskers raised both his white forepaws in the most adorable gesture. He looked at Gregor with big kitten eyes.

Gregor sighed and crouched down, rubbing Whisker’s head gently before giving him a little of the food. “Don’t tell Kiana.” He instructed with a chuckle.

<Kiss ass…> Herbert grunted.

<You’re just jealous because you were never cute enough, and still aren’t cute enough.> Whiskers head bumped Gregor as he ate.

Herbert was angry now and cut off any contact her and Whiskers could have.

After eating Whiskers trotted up to Kiana’s room. He grabbed one of the little throw pillows off her bed and carried it down to where Herbert could see, as if to show off where he got to sleep.

Herbert glared at Whiskers. <You’re an asshole.>

Whiskers carried the pillow onto the couch and cuddled with the pillow, kneading it like a kitten missing his mother, looking so fucking adorable.