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growing up, katya never had the opportunity to have her own pet. the insurrection had dogs, but most were trained attack dogs and weren't to be bothered unless they were needed for a mission. it wasn't long into her being in the badlands when she saw the old grumpy cat that would hang around the back of the casino. most people seemed to steer clear of it, which was understandable since it didn't look like it had any interest in making friends, but katya lacked the better judgment most people had and damn, she wanted that cat.
she would try to take baby steps in gaining its trust, but she wasn't the most patient person and her baby steps were more like five giant steps, so it wasn't bold to assume that the old cat was frankly just tired of her shit each time she made her way over. "hellooo, thomas!" there was a cheerful tone to her voice as she approached, taking her bag off of her shoulders as the cat sat up from where it was laying down peacefully. "i have your favorite... nasty shit." she took the can of sardines out of her bag and instantly gagged at the sight and smell when she opened them and slid the tin quickly across the ground closer towards thomas.
she didn't make any attempts to reach towards thomas just yet, remaining in her crouched position as she watched the cat eat the fish with her nose scrunched up. "you disgust me." she clicked her tongue in disapproval before her whole expression shifted when it seemed like thomas was beginning to relax. of course, she began to reach out to try and pet the cat without thinking. the cat was old, surely it couldn't react that fast, right?
"fuck, that hurt you stinky cunt!"
she was wrong, of course. katya tore her hand away from the cat who scratched and hissed in return. she held her hand close to her face to try and examine the small collection of fresh cat scratches she just gained, narrowing her eyes as she looked back towards the old tabby. "i'm just trying to help you, you ungrateful little..." her voice faded as she leaned backwards to fully sit down instead of crouch, kicking some stones with her boots as she did. she wiped the blood coming from the scratches with a rag she had in her pocket before resting her arms over her knees, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to figure out a new game plan because obviously just picking thomas up wasn't going to work.
katya and the cat stared at each other in silence and for a minute she tried to return the same "fuck you and everybody in this place" look that the cat was sending her, but it didn't work out that well. "you know, maybe you would be less of a miserable bitch if you just let me take you home." katya sighed and watched as the cat directed most of its attention back to the sardines.
growing up, katya never had the opportunity to have her own pet. the insurrection had dogs, but most were trained attack dogs and weren't to be bothered unless they were needed for a mission. it wasn't long into her being in the badlands when she saw the old grumpy cat that would hang around the back of the casino. most people seemed to steer clear of it, which was understandable since it didn't look like it had any interest in making friends, but katya lacked the better judgment most people had and damn, she wanted that cat.
she would try to take baby steps in gaining its trust, but she wasn't the most patient person and her baby steps were more like five giant steps, so it wasn't bold to assume that the old cat was frankly just tired of her shit each time she made her way over. "hellooo, thomas!" there was a cheerful tone to her voice as she approached, taking her bag off of her shoulders as the cat sat up from where it was laying down peacefully. "i have your favorite... nasty shit." she took the can of sardines out of her bag and instantly gagged at the sight and smell when she opened them and slid the tin quickly across the ground closer towards thomas.
she didn't make any attempts to reach towards thomas just yet, remaining in her crouched position as she watched the cat eat the fish with her nose scrunched up. "you disgust me." she clicked her tongue in disapproval before her whole expression shifted when it seemed like thomas was beginning to relax. of course, she began to reach out to try and pet the cat without thinking. the cat was old, surely it couldn't react that fast, right?
"fuck, that hurt you stinky cunt!"
she was wrong, of course. katya tore her hand away from the cat who scratched and hissed in return. she held her hand close to her face to try and examine the small collection of fresh cat scratches she just gained, narrowing her eyes as she looked back towards the old tabby. "i'm just trying to help you, you ungrateful little..." her voice faded as she leaned backwards to fully sit down instead of crouch, kicking some stones with her boots as she did. she wiped the blood coming from the scratches with a rag she had in her pocket before resting her arms over her knees, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to figure out a new game plan because obviously just picking thomas up wasn't going to work.
katya and the cat stared at each other in silence and for a minute she tried to return the same "fuck you and everybody in this place" look that the cat was sending her, but it didn't work out that well. "you know, maybe you would be less of a miserable bitch if you just let me take you home." katya sighed and watched as the cat directed most of its attention back to the sardines.