ok so the milkovich cat post got me thinking and now Iām imagining a small tiny mickey (12/13 years old maybe) sitting somewhere in front of the kash&grab, in the dead of winter, waiting for the scary lady to leave the shop so he can go steal something from that stupid idiot of her husbandās nose, and heās a bit freezing, feeling the cold winter air through the holes on the cuffs of his pants, and heād rather be somewhere warm than here but his stomach rumbles. heās hungry, and their fridge is empty, so here he is, and he waits, chain smoking and rubbing his hands together every few minutes
and then thereās a meowing sound right beside him and it startles him a bit, and when he turns his head he isnāt expecting a cat to be looking at him with expectant eyes. he looks back at it, waiting for the moment it will run off in the opposite direction and far away from him, a dirty milkovich, but then it just hops all the way to him, rubbing its head on his ankles
and mickeyās just completely taken aback, looking at this small creature as if it had three heads, wondering why would it do that to him of all people. but itās cute, he thinks, and he figures that itās gonna be ok if he just gives it a small pat in the head, but then the bell to the kash&grab rings, reminding him why heās here. to get some food, not to play with a cat. so he stands, ignoring the look the cat gives him, and stomps towards the shop
but when he comes out again, carrying a box full of goods under his arm, the cat is still there, and the sight pulls at mickeyās heartstrings but heās got to get home soon or terryāll get mad and the last thing he wants is to have to deal with an enraged terry. so he turns and starts walking down the street in the direction of home
itās just that the cat follows him all the way to the milkovich house, and when he tries to shoo her away, the cat stays put, sitting on the porch. mickey sighs, and decides to deal with it later, leaving her there for now
a couple of hours later, when terryās laying wasted on the couch and the house is immersed in silence, he peeks through the window to see if the catās still there and he smiles when he recognizes his furry friend. he opens the window, and the noise catches the animalās attention, who immediately stands and jumps on the windowsill, purring like a goddamn machine. he lets her inside, and watches as she inspects his room, sniffing all around
chips is all he has in his room and he tries give her one but she just sniffs it and then goes back to look around, so he leaves her there and goes to the kitchen to get some milk. he pours some in a bowl and carries it back to his room with some leftover chicken and the cat is so happy when he gives her the food and it warms his heart and he decides to let her stay inside the night
he finds a small ball and plays with her for hours and when he gets in bed she follows him, curling beside his head but heās tough isnāt he so he wonāt sleep with a cat like a baby and he gently pushes her away until she jumps on the floor, but after a few minutes she jumps back in, this time settling on mickeyās belly and, well, mickey guesses it isnāt that bad after all and he gently scratches her head as they both fall asleep
and afterwards the cat will come and go but mickey will always leave her something to eat on the porch and will always let her inside at night if sheās there, and if sheās not he hopes sheās somewhere warm at least
dedicated to @milkovichy and @vintagelacerosette my beloveds since they so kindly asked š„²š„°
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