benjy has always been a dog person but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t share a fondness for cats, either — the only problem was the hatred all cats seemed to harbor towards him. he had noticed it since he was a kid when a cat scratched him on his arms while he was trying to pet it, and then again when he wanted to help a cat down from a tree and it actually hissed at him as if it hadn’t been meowing for help all night long. least to say, all his cat endeavors never ended well, even when he reached adulthood.
haru’s cats were no exception to his bad luck. they were far tamer, however, compared to the rest. no scratches, no hissing. benjy decided to take this as an opportunity, determined to make the two ragdoll cats actually like him, in hopes he could sleep a little better at night knowing he hadn’t been cursed by a cat witch or something.
sad to say, he has yet to make any progress. as benjy threw a purple mouse toy at reo, the cat didn’t even bother to acknowledge it, or his presence for that matter, as if he hadn’t been sitting across her for the past twenty minutes. he let out a loud sigh, “either that or there’s something really wrong with me. that can’t be, right? i have a great personality!”
a mischievous smile faintly danced on her lips, as a reaction to a scene that was happening in front of her. oh, the sheer misery that reeked from the male’s body, a tad overdramatic but that was what made it so enjoyable. maybe it was the beer they consumed earlier that afternoon. with nothing scheduled for the day later, the pair could finally chill, with netflix and cats. even though they barely appreciated the plot of some teen drama that run for way too many seasons than necessary.
“yes, you are a man of many charms.” she started with a small nod. “sadly, that’s not enough for you to befriend them.” it was hardly a shame, not for haruka at least. most of the people showing up to her house had her cats exposing their tummies to rub in less than 30 seconds. heck, girl was sure that if a thief had come robbing her, they’d keep them occupied until the police came.
“you know, my mom used to say that people who don’t get along with animals shouldn’t be trusted.” the female told him, while playing with ramu’s fluffy tail. it was a habit, something she’d do to soothe her nerves or make her presence known to the feline. “maybe i should listen to her and rethink my relationships. starting from you.”her fingers formed in a hand pistol pointed at benjy’s chest.“bang!”
