Puss sat at home and shined his boots, not an ounce of light in his eyes. It rained outside, and he hated water with a burning passion. His boots newly shined, he set them down and made his way to his room. All of a sudden he heard a knock on the door. Well, more like a tap.
“Who’s there?” He said.
“Let me in” a voice answered. The voice was somewhat deep, about the same as Puss’s. Puss opened the door and an orange cat of the same height stood in the doorway. His frame was a bit wider than Puss’s, noticably so.
“O-oh, I wasn’t expecting company. Come in, come in.” Puss said, stuttering. Puss’s eyes glowed as he examined the stranger, his soft fur, bright and captivating eyes, and gentle expression. Puss stepped aside so he could get in. His wet, orange fur glimmered in the dim sunlight. Puss was speechless and let his mouth hang open.
“So… have any lasagna?”
“What?”
“Lasagna. I love lasagna.”
“O-oh! Well, um, no. I’m afraid I do not. But I do have some mice in the fridge if you’d like some?” Puss shuffled his paws awkwardly, hoping the stranger wouldn’t mind.
“Mmm…not as good, but it’ll suffice.” He walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a mouse, and examined it. “Eh.” He tossed it aside.
“So,, what’s your name?” Puss asked.
“Oh, me? Well. Garfield.” Garfield licked his paw and swept his head fur back. “And you?”
“Puss in boots. But people call me Puss.” Puss bowed and removed his hat. “You from around here?”
“Nope, just came lookin for some lasagna.”
“You can have my lasagna-”
“What”
“n-nothing! I was just-”
Garfield hushed Puss with a single paw. “You’re cool, Puss. I like you. But before we go any further I want lasagna.”
So Puss made lasagna and the two made out, watched Shrek 2, played minecraft and made out together. Bi icons forever #dont change my mind, if you disagree don’t interact!
i have so much homework to do by tomorrow good NIGHT fishy friends
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