Grey Skies and Coats // Pet! Germouser x Owner! Reader // Relationship: Platonic
“Ludwig, my lil’ Deutschland! Lunch time.” The light sounds of a little cat bell sounded through the hallways of your home. It wasn’t long before the male feline made his way into the kitchen, tail high with an almost authoritative air. “Hanging out with the neighbor cats again? I heard quite the conversation.” Blue eyes turned down, as Ludwig looked almost guilty. When the neighborhood cats met they all had the tendency to get painfully loud.
Yowls and hisses suddenly erupted, the high pitched sounds worrying and quite painful to your ears. Panicked, you stood from your place, forgetting your current activity as you searched for Ludwig. He was normally close to your or in the same room. Hearing more distressed yowls, you immediately started running to the source “Ludwig, I’m coming!” The sounds of distress drew you to run faster, adrenaline clouded your rational, helping Ludwig was the only thing that mattered. Pain blossomed in your arm as you sharply ran into the gates of the park, your arm taking the blunt force of the blow. Pushing the gate open you could see a huge group of cats, your eyes trailed on every grey spot of fur until you could see his collar. The German flag collar you found him in. Ludwig seemed to hear your labored breathing as he looked up. He looked very agitated at the fighting cats, another cat trying to play with his tail before being promptly swiped at. “They are playing,” You thought with a grateful sigh, adrenaline seeping from your form you fell to your knees. “Oh god Ludwig, I can’t believe that was all you guys playing”
Remembering the first time you ran out to check on Ludwig drew a smile as well as a motherly warmth, after adopting Ludwig it was hard to get the poor cat to open up, much less start playful banter with the neighbors. Squatting you set Ludwig’s bowl down, tuna, the first food Ludwig ever had from you. Seeing the invite Ludwig dove into the food, almost with the same vigor as that day, the day you met him. The sky was grey, solemn, and unforgiving…
Cold bullet like droplets pierced your clothes as you ran for cover. Your measly bag was by no means coverage as you tried to find a branching roof or a bus stop. Finally stopping at an alleyway, you stopped to catch your breath, the miniscule coverage enough for the time being. Wringing your clothes you mumbled profanities, cursing yourself for not bringing an umbrella or a jacket. Today was about the worst day ever, your former boss fired you. The supposed cuts were going help the company. Still, you and many of your friends and coworkers were practically thrown to the streets like trash. At least they gave you a complimentary bag to keep your food from the company fridge in. The bag and the food inside were your only mobile makeshift umbrella to hide from the falling frigid drops. Feeling quite depressed you let out a sigh before leaning on the wall, near ready to give up, swears and unkind words spilled from your cold lips again. A small meow interrupted your sinful sorrowful spiel, turning to locate the origin of the weak noise. The cardboard boxes next to the dumpster caught your eye as you saw a furry tail sticking out next to it. Warily you made your way to the boxes, the heavy rain slowing to a drizzle. The grey tail flopped, as if it was trying to get away from the offending cold. A grey cat with a dirty collar was lying, it’s pelt was sleek and shiny with today’s downpour. Moving you tried to reach it, the poor thing was cold and starving. It let out a half-hearted hiss, trying to ward you off in its weakened state. It’s paw raised for a slow and weak swipe, contrary to it’s sharp claws. It’s blue eyes held a weak fire that the rain was diminishing. You pulled your hand back, the cat needed to trust you. Searching for ideas you rummaged through your bag, all your stuff soaked except for your tuna sandwich, the ziplock plastic and seal keeping the water away from the food. Mindful of it’s space you held out the good in your palm. The cat weakly lifted its head, shakily it rose to its feet. Electric blue eyes sparking, nose sniffing, evaluating the offering. Moments of uneasiness gave way to hunger as the cat took the sandwich piece into its mouth, practically swallowing on impact.
A soft round nudge brought you out of your flashback, looking down at your bent legs you could see Ludwig. He was butting your calf, a small low meow sounding after. Even after all this time the intensity of his blue eyes never diminished, still glowing with ferocity but now retained a soft comfort and safety. Tilting his head Ludwig seemed to ask a question, possibly for your pause, grabbing the now empty bowl you made your way to the sink. The shining basin was speckled with droplets of water, hearing a soft thump and the sound of the all too familiar bell you looked to the formerly empty counter space. Ludwig watched the water as you washed the dish, the poor cat still very wary of water unless you were with him. Quickly drying the now clean bowl of water you leaned on your hip, wondering what to do for the rest of the day. All of your work was done and the bake sale actually needed some baked goods on your side.
“Hey Ludwig, wanna bake some cupcakes with me? You are the best helper around,” The scarfed cat leapt to his paws, tail flicking in excitement. His warm soft head connected to you again, this time you pet his sleek coat earning a low purr. Taking the yes you started, giving Ludwig simple items to grab you began baking. With your grey pelted companion nothing could go wrong, no more grey skies.
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K here! I always wanted a cat and my friend described her cat as a lovable troublesome little thing so i just had to express myself! Please tell me if you liked this and if and what i should improve :)
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