prxmroseeverdeen
“He probably saw a rat or something. Entrails really aren’t his…favorite things to eat.” Peter started cuddling his cat, receiving Buttercup’s purring in return. “Is that what happened? Did you find a big rat? Was it tasty?” There it was, his special ‘reserved for his cat only’ voice. He started to not care there was someone else listening. “I can! I don’t know if he really wants to come out. Maybe if I shake a rat or a mouse in front of him. He might come out then.”
She can’t help but scrunch her nose at that, and she really can’t blame the cat for not liking... the entrails of a gross animal. Then she hears that baby-pet voice coming from underneath of the house, and she ends up ducking down to look at him again. ❛ Are you having fun under there? ❜ She laughs, before standing up straight again. ❛ I can go get something for you if you’d like. ❜








