"I think being with you is a luxury that I can't never repay." He mewed. Suddenly, he felt exhausted from living his life on the streets and then over a course of a few days, his heart is filled with hope that he will be an adopted pet.
It's not that he has any allegiance to the proud clans on the streets that desire no human company and rather fight for territory and scraps of good. He's a lone stray cat with depressing prospects of survival and even the worst fate, death.
Yet a part of him clinged on. He has dreams. He hungers for the finer things in life. To make music. To be able to read. To understand stories in cinema. To understand humans and what they do. The past of being an orphaned cat haunts him when he has no memories of his brothers and sisters or his parents. A mixed breed of no lineage or pedigree.
Yet here's a human, understanding, sweet, kind, and wanted him.
"I wouldn't mind sharing your bed." He murmured, thinking innocently she meant snuggling and cuddling in a warm big bed meant for humans. "If you really do desire to have me, then I'm yours."
He has nothing, but he figured being a cat, he's naturally inclined to affection, but up until now he shared with no one. On the streets, he usually ignored the nameless females or males in heat, as they're always taken freely by another, and he didn't care for them nor didn't want to breed unwanted offspring no one wanted like himself.
A quick kiss to her hand and a weak, insecure purr as he rubs his face on her hands and slender fingers since he has no idea how to express affection.
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It's not that he has any allegiance to the proud clans on the streets that desire no human company and rather fight for territory and scraps of good. He's a lone stray cat with depressing prospects of survival and even the worst fate, death.
Yet a part of him clinged on. He has dreams. He hungers for the finer things in life. To make music. To be able to read. To understand stories in cinema. To understand humans and what they do. The past of being an orphaned cat haunts him when he has no memories of his brothers and sisters or his parents. A mixed breed of no lineage or pedigree.
Yet here's a human, understanding, sweet, kind, and wanted him.
"I wouldn't mind sharing your bed." He murmured, thinking innocently she meant snuggling and cuddling in a warm big bed meant for humans. "If you really do desire to have me, then I'm yours."
He has nothing, but he figured being a cat, he's naturally inclined to affection, but up until now he shared with no one. On the streets, he usually ignored the nameless females or males in heat, as they're always taken freely by another, and he didn't care for them nor didn't want to breed unwanted offspring no one wanted like himself.
A quick kiss to her hand and a weak, insecure purr as he rubs his face on her hands and slender fingers since he has no idea how to express affection.