Millie the Fluff
Warnings: none, just fluff
Word count: 529
(This story is based off of one of my dogs, who is my little chub)
“Meow” “(Y/N), stop trying to communicate with the cat.” “No, I know she can understand me. Meow.” Millicent meowed back. “See, I told you she understands me.” “Well, if you heard her try to talk, I think you would do the same thing.” Meow “Aw, is my baby trying to talk to me?” You cooed to the orange tabby. “I think she’s just hungry (Y/N).” “She can’t be, I just fed her.” “Well, from judging by her weight, she’s always hungry.” “Are you calling my baby fat?” “Yes! Look at her, a cat with a double chin! She looks like a rabbit!” “Millie’s not fat!” “Really! She waddles for kriff’s sake!” “No, my baby’s just a bit chubby, aren’t you Millie?” You picked up the cat and held her up. Meow. “See, she agrees with me.” “I think Mille needs a diet.” “I think my Millie is just perfect the way she is.” “She probably has diabetes (Y/N). If we had a vet on board, I would take her there to show you she’s extremely overweight.” “Hux, she’s fine.” You set her back down onto the couch. She flopped down onto her belly, begging for belly rubs. “Aw, does my baby want belly rubs?” Millie purred in response. “(Y/N), really, she needs to go on a diet. I mean look at her, she has a dullap.” “So?” Hux went to his data pad and typed something in. “Dear, this is what a healthy cat looks like, now look at her.” “Aw, Millie, are you my little chub.” You scratched her belly, and she batted your hands in response. “Yes, I’m sure she’s mostly made of fat right now, I mean look, she jiggles for crying out loud.” “Aw, she’s my little drum.” You patted her belly, making her underside jiggle and make a sound. “See! Her stomach ripples!” “My little lump.” “(Y/N), she’s going to die if you keep feeding her like this.” “No, she’s just fine.” “(Y/N), please, just start regulating what she eats, and stop feeding her parts of our dinners. Just humor me please.” “Okay.” You cooed at Millicent, not bothering to look up at your boyfriend. “(Y/N), I’m serious, you need to start feeding her less.” You looked up at his and sighed. “Okay, Tij, I’ll start watching what she eats.” “You know I care about Millie too, (Y/N).” “Well, you did give her to me, Tij.” “Yes, and I don’t want something that makes my darling happy to go away.” “She’s not a something Huxy, she’s a someone, she’s our baby Tij.” You picked up the cat and walked over to the general. Hux reached out a hand and scratched her furry little head. Millie purred and rubbed against his hand. You set her back down on the ground and she waddled away towards your bedroom. “You’re one of a kind, (Y/N).” “So are you general.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips. Hux chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist and smiled against you, causing both of you to laugh in your embrace.
