#pocket purrer

[zeriphi]

🔧 Engineer 🔧

[cats-in-video-games]

Pocket Purrer from Team Fortress 2

[dadineer]

‘Inventory Check’

Of course, Dell pulled out the most important thing from his pocket first.

Pulling the small tuxedo cat out by the scruff of its neck, Dell placed the cat on the table in front of him with a large grin. The cat in turn gave an annoyed mew as it was removed from the comfort of the Texan’s pouch, and immediately began moving back in Dells direction.

[rogmont]

Engineer is my most played class... and my most doodled class, too. Bite Size Terror.

[spengs]

[killerfishsg]

"Ain't that a cute li'l kitty :3"- Engineer KillerfishSG

[markingatlightspeed]

Because I totally messed up Ashy's drabble request, here is the PROPER fic to fill it.  Spy vs. Engie's Cat: GO!

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It had been a week since Spy had received the attention he wanted. Seven days since he found himself in Engineer's workshop, cuddled against him while he worked on whatever project he was working on, rough, broad hands sifting through his balaclava-mussed hair, scratching gently at his scalp behind his ear. Seven days since he would sit and hum and smile and just enjoy Engineer's company, comforted by the intermittent hugs he received during the course of the Texan's pondering and tinkering. Seven days since he'd fallen asleep, safely pressed against his back while he soldered and sketched.

All because of that stupid cat.

It had showed up on base, a stray little kitten, though more of a nine-month-old, nearly a grown cat by Spy's observation, black with a while tummy, paws, and muzzle. The little thing had taken an immediate shine to the laconic mechanic, scaling his overalls to take up residence in the empty ammo pouch slung on his belt. The fond chuckle and gentle scritches Engineer rewarded the kitten with had been enough to claim him, and it had become a matter of fact that the little creature was now Engie's Cat. He'd nicknamed the kitten his Pocket Purrer, after its favourite place to hide, and propensity for loud, table-rattling purrs of joy when afforded attention.

Attention Spy was no longer afforded.

So it came to be that he finally had had enough, and strolling casually into the work shop, Spy found his lover bent over a flat table with a blueprint rolled out on it, scratching his chin in thought. Striding up with purpose, the rogue scaled the desk in a quick movement, and laid across the blueprints, staring expectantly up at Engineer.

"What in tarnation are you doing?"

"If it requires being a cat to obtain your attention, then by all means, miaou."

"Spy, are you seriously jealous of Purr?"

"You have been giving that little beast all of your attention and I have received none."

"It's because he's an underweight stray who needs care, ya big baby. C'mere," Engineer laughed, leaning down to shower his lover in short, tender kisses. "Now I gotta do some body work on my sentry. Can I trust you do not lay on that when I'm weldin' it?"

"No promises."

"I love you too, Darlin'."

Watching Engineer pad over to the other side of the workshop and begin to set up his gear, Spy sighed and slipped from the desk into the now-empty chair. Tugging out a note pad, he began to idly doodle while he waited.

A loud rattling sound suddenly caught him by surprise. Looking around, he saw nothing, until a flash of black came out of nowhere, alighting on the desk in a smooth motion. Pocket Purrer had leapt from the floor, and was now slowly padding across the desk to look at what Spy was doing. The Frenchman ignored the little beast and went back to doodling, an attempt at rendering his lover from memory, though his facial anatomy was woefully out of practice.

Pocket Purrer quickly grew tired of following the pencil's flicks and swishes as Spy dragged it across the paper, and decided to take matters into his own paws. He wandered over to the pad of paper and laid down unceremoniously, staring up expectantly at Spy, still loudly purring away.

Spy smirked. Sussed at his own game. "Is this a taste of my own medicine?" he laughed, tickling beneath the kitten's chin. A smile slowly faded in across his face. "I have to say, I like your style, mon ami. It certainly gets results."

[markingatlightspeed]

ashypeen said: THAT GIF IS GREAT also;;; spy hates engie’s cat at first but then grows to love it ??? Idkk hahaha *blush*

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He wasn't sure how it had happened. He'd hated the tiny beast, clawing at the carpets and stealing scraps from the table, taking up all of the space in the bed so he was unable to move while they slept, and biting him when he touched it wrong. But the day it had left a mouse in front of the door of his camper, dead in the dry dust of the desert floor, it was the last straw.

Sniper knew what it meant. He was offended. So the next morning, when the cat walked out the door of Engineer's quarters to find a Gambel's quail, freshly killed, sitting on the hallway floor, the bushman crouched on the other side of it, staring the cat in the eyes unblinkingly, it knew exactly what that meant. Slowly, the cat blinked his eyes, and lowered its head. Sniper blinked as well, but did not cede power.

When he'd taken the quail outside to throw on a spit for lunch, the cat followed on his heels. Where normally it remained in the company of the Engineer over the course of the day, it now trailed Sniper, watching intently as he cooked and ate the bird. When the bushman noticed, he turned to his side, seeing the cat sitting there, watching intently, but not begging, he tore a chunk of meat off of the small bird and held it down for the cat. It eagerly snapped the meat out of his hand, careful not to bite what was feeding him, and gently bunted against his leg when he'd swallowed the small meal.

When Engineer found them that afternoon, Sniper had long since fallen asleep in his chair by the dying campfire, the black and white cat curled up in his lap, one calloused hand laying atop the little creature, fingers gently digging into the nape of its neck, halted in mid-scratch. The Texan smiled. His two hunters had found their common ground.