Characters: Quorch, Lyle, Z-Dog, Mansk, Sir Jameson (hes a cat), little bit of General Ardmore.
Warnings: Fluff! Lots! Cute recoms with a kitty! General A is a bitch as per usual. Angst if you squint.
Chapter 1 (you’re here!), Chapter 2
There was wet and cold everywhere. The little black cat opened its eyes to the familiar cardboard box that it had fallen asleep in, the rain pestering down, leaking through the already molded box.
There was hardly any lights anywhere, so when the cat needed to leave his little moldy box for food, he had to use nearly every other sense other than sight.
Most nights the little cat returned empty handed with a rumbling tummy and droopy ears. He didn’t remember much of when he had an inside home, but it’s been weeks since he was cast outside by tall humans in green. He didn’t even know where he was.
But there was a lot of rain, no green, and there were big sounds in the distance. He wanted to go to the sounds but he was afraid the people in green were gonna be mean to him and throw him outside again.
During days when it was sunny, he would wander the streets that he was left in. He didn’t remember much of how he got here, just one day he was put inside a really small box and then he started to get sleepy and cold. He remembered waking up to a man in green holding his scruff and loud voices.
And it had been weeks since then, of just him sitting in the moldy box, searching for food. He had plenty of water, rain was common here.
But his little furry tummy rumbled. He hadn’t been able to find much food. One time he had found an abandoned sandwich. He saved it for as long as he could.
But food was now really rare. He was sad.
When he felt lonely or sad, he sang. To others it just sounded like tiny meows, but to him, well, It was music.
He wondered if he was going to be all alone like this for the rest of his life.
Days went on and on and on and each day he woke up to the moldy box.
When he was bored sometimes he would play with the box, even though it was crusty and sometimes damp. He had nothing else to play with.
He made sure to explore as much as he could. Everywhere he had been he made sure to leave little marks. He hoped one day someone nice and warm would come find him.
He really missed feeling warm. The man in green had a warm hand before he threw him out.
The little cat didn’t know how long it had been since he was thrown away. The sunrise was sunset was always the same, and it didn’t seem to change much. The box was still the same, maybe it had a bit more mold on it then it had a week ago.
The little cat liked the daytime. There weren’t that many lights on during the night. Sometimes it would be stormy. He hated storms. They were loud and bright and dark and so so scary.
He liked to go out during the day, to look around and to play with things that looked like birds but had no feathers. They were weird creatures but they played with him too.
He liked them. Sometimes he would sing to them and they would hop closer to him, heads tilting and squawking.
They were just different looking birds, he decided. Like a hairless cat.
His black fur was matted with mud and dirt, left in tangles. He tried to brush it out and clean it, but there was only so much a starved cat could do.
Sometimes his almost-bird friends brought him food. He made sure to purr at them and snuggle close to show them he was happy with it whenever they brought him food.
Each night he fell asleep in his box, all alone, with only one wish.
That someone would find him.
His little ears twitched as he awoke to strange noises. They were loud thumping noises. He crawled out of his little box and saw a big metal machine that had things going fast in a circle. He smelt food on it and saw some blue men in green, which was weird.
He couldn’t see exactly where it was that he was going, but he was certainly very surprised to see lots of green men and blue men.
He made sure he stayed hidden so they wouldn’t throw him.
He saw a really big group of Blue people with a little human boy walk out of the big metal machine.
He smelled them, and they smelled like trees. And fruit and food and clean water.
When he smelt them, his little ears perked up immediately. He wanted to run to them immediately.
But he was still scared of being thrown.
So the little kitty decided to watch.
While the kitten was small, it was awfully hard to sneak around such a robotic environment.
He spent many days sleeping inside a basket full of what felt like towels, and he was overjoyed.
He did miss his box though. He missed the feeling of it, the cover, the smell.
It was when he was in a deep sleep when he was found.
The basket was lifted up, while he was burrowed under the layers of fabric that he lay in, warmth keeping him in a wondrous sleep, filled with dreams of warm bellies and lovely food.
Even the sound of footsteps and radio chatter didn’t wake the little kitten. But the sound of a door sliding open certainly did. The telltale beeping he grew so accustomed to for a unit unlocking. His eyes opened, he dared not move.
He heard voices. Many many voices.
“Took you long enough, I need a fuckin’ shower.”
“A thank you would have been nice, shut up, take this one.” Said a female voice, and the kitties heart stopped in fear. She was grabbing the towel that he lay under.
All he could do was hope he didn’t get thrown. He squeezed his eyes shut and flattened his little ears, trembling.
He heard a small gasp of surprise when the towel was lifted.
“Oh! What the hell-?” Said the female voice.
“Are you gonna pass the towel or what?” He heard the sound of a throw and a catch, and a silent “thanks”
“No problem, hey Mansk! Colonel! Lyle! Come take a look at this.”
“Girl you just gave the this damn towel what now? I been waiting for this shower for a while- oh my god.” Said a male voice.
The kitty dared not open his eyes nor move. He desperately didn’t wanna be thrown.
“Hey there little guy,” said the female voice, “whatcha doin’ in there, hm?”
“Zdinarsk. Why is there a cat in the laundry.” Asked a different male voice.
“Just found him in here. Must have been sleeping here for a while, the towels are a lil dirty from his teeny tiny paws.” She said the last bit with a baby voice, her fingers tickling behind his ears.
He peeked at her, and was surprised to see it was the big blue lady he saw before, the one he remembered with the other blue people. The ones he wanted to live with.
He opened his eyes and smiled in that little way that cats do at the blue lady with markings and a Mohawk.
“Awh, look at the lil guy!” She smiled at him, and his tail fluffed up a bit. She liked him!
“He can’t stay, yknow. We have a mission to do, we have jobs.” Said the biggest blue man. His hair was short, and he had a marking on his arm. Both him and the blue lady’s ears went down in disappointment.
“Quaritch please? It would be so nice to have a friend that doesn’t steal your food.” She directed that last part to a blue man that didn’t have any hair except for his braid. The bigger blue man’s eyes widened when he saw their ears go down.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut.
“Would it really make you all happy to keep it?” He said, waving his hand to them all.
The blue ladies ears perked up and she smiled at the bigger blue man, her tail wagging.
“It would, just look at that little baby face, he’s such a lil man, so brave for staying out for so long. He probably didn’t have anywhere to live.”
The bigger blue man sighed and smirked a little. “Alright, y’all can keep him. Just make sure he don’t get in my way or he’s out.” He said, pointing his finger to the door.
“Now get that lil man a better bed. He ain’t gonna be livin’ in no basket.” He said, sniffing and putting his hands in his belt, walking away shaking his head. “I don’t wanna have him dirtyin up our towels.”
“Yes sir.” Said both the bald blue man and one with a hat.
“Cmere little man.” Said the blue lady, picking him up gently, her smile never fading. “My names Zdinarsk, or Z-Dog. What should we call you, hey lil man?”
“Hey now, don’t keep him all to yourself, lemme talk to the lil guy.” Said the bald one.
Z-Dog gently passed him over to the bald man’s large hands, all three blue people’s tails wagging.
“Hey there lil guy. My names Lyle. Aren’t you just the cutest- HEY!” He was cut off after the big man with a hat grabbed him out of Lyles hands, a smile on his face.
“My turn” he said, “Hello there little kitty. I’m Mansk. What’s your name huh?”
Z-Dog got up from where she kneeled on the floor and gently took him out of Mansks hands, a soft smile on her face. “Let’s go meet the big boss, hey lil man? Yeah, let’s go.”
She walked down a small hallway with doors in both sides, until she reached the one at the end, with a little sticky note drawing of the bigger blue man he saw before.
On each door there was sticky notes of all the blue people. He liked them. Z-Dog noticed and smiled down at him, stopping for him to take a look.
“You like them, don’t you, lil man? The boss drew them. He draws for fun. He left them on the table once so we decided to put them up on the doors. He draws these cute lil drawing that look like a four year old did em but we love em. I’ll show you some more later. Let’s go see him.”
She cradled him against her chest, knocking at the door with a small drawing of the big man.
“What?” They heard from inside.
“Hey big boss, c’mere, you need to meet lil man.” Said Z-Dog, smiling.
The door opened to a tired looking blue man. “I’m doing paperwork. I can’t-“ but then the little kitten jumped onto him, catching both blue people by surprise.
Luckily, the big man caught him with his big hands, and smiled a lil, his tail wagging.
“Well hi there big guy. What you think you’re doin’? “He smiled down at him, then to Z-Dog.
“You two have fun, I’m gonna make him some food then a lil bath to clean up his teeny tiny paws.”
“My names Miles Quaritch. Nice to meet you.” He said to the teeny kitty, walking back into his room, kitty cradled against his chest. “You look like a sweet lil guy, what should we name you, hm? You need a cute name to match that cute lil furry face of yours, don’t we?”
He gently put him down on a soft pillow, sitting down, looking at him. He gently pet his head, only using one finger. “You’re a tiny lil guy alright. What if we name you…whiskers.” The little kitten didn’t like the name so he lightly bit Quaritch’s finger.
“Alright, alright, guess we’ll have to think of something else, hey there?” The played with the kitten, laughing at his little meows. The kitty liked playing. He hadn’t really played with another person in a long time, so having his big hand roll him over and play fight him was a lot of fun for the small cat.
There was a knock at the door, and they both looked over to see Z-Dog.
“I see you two had fun while I was gone.” She smiled at them.
“We were tryin to think of some names for lil man but we got busy to playin.” Quaritch laughed as the kitty tried jumping to reach his hand, but ultimately missing and falling onto the pillow.
Z-Dog leaned against the door. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I haven’t been able to come up with anything that seems to fit.” Suddenly Mansk was behind Z-Dog.
“I think we should call him Sir Jameson.” Him and Lyle were both excitedly wagging their tails and smiling. “We thought of names and he looks like a little gentleman with how he sits. It seems like a good name for him.”
Quaritch felt the kitty lick his hand. “Yknow, I think lil man likes it.”
And that’s how the kitty got a name.
