WHY AM I LIKE THIS. SRSLY. IDK.
for goddessmcgeek, b/c she realized that this cat is totally kris letang, and then drew this.
"Here," Jordy says, setting down the dish. It's plastic and yellow and actually says "LEKITTY" in bold black script next to the embossed Pens logo. Kris has only been a cat for all of eight hours - he's got no idea how the guys even managed to get something like this customized that quickly. It's impressive, but he's still going to kick all of their asses once he has long enough legs to do it.
His stomach gives another rumble. Reluctantly, he ventures forward and sniffs at the kibble inside, then laps a piece up into his mouth. And immediately regrets that decision.
It's possibly the nastiest thing he's ever eaten.
The stuff is crumbly and kind of pastey, like someone had ground up dried Play-Doh and baked in a shitload of preservatives and synthetic vitamins. He can't even taste the tuna that's advertised with a smiley face on the bag. He turns to glare at Jordy.
"What," Jordy asks, putting down another dish - black and filled with water - on the floor beside him. "You're a cat now, so you get cat food."
Kris really hopes his disdain is coming across properly on this stupid new cat face. His aunt's cat, back when he was a kid, had always managed to look perpetually unimpressed, so Kris knows it's not an anatomically impossible endeavour. Either he's doing it wrong, or Jordan is an idiot. Well, the latter is a given in pretty much all situations, but Kris is still going to find a mirror and figure out this new face later. Besides, he needs to make sure all this new fur doesn't make him look fat.
He lifts his chin up and narrows his eyes a bit, but Jordy's still looking back at him expectantly, like Kris is the slow one here. Sighing inwardly, Kris decides to forgo reasonable discussion and makes a leap for the table, where Jordy's herb-baked chicken breast dinner is steaming gently on a bed of rice.
"Oh hell no," Jordy says and then he's grabbing Kris around the belly, giving him a not-so-gentle shake when Kris' claws stay stubbornly hooked into the fabric of the chair cushion. "I'm not going to starve just because you're a picky little fuck."
Kris tries out a hiss as Jordy scoops him up and tucks him under his arm, propped up against the bony jut of his hip. He attempts to sink his claws into the fabric of Jordy's jeans, but the denim is too heavy for him to get far.
"I think I've got a can of tuna in here somewhere," Jordy mutters, pulling open his cupboard doors. "Stop that," he adds, giving Kris another shake as Kris scrapes his claws up his thighs with an annoyed yowl. "Or I'll hand you over to Dups tomorrow. I heard Zoe's going through a cat-lover phase right now."
Kris barely suppresses his instinctive shudder. He knows from his own childhood that the fate of a cat in a household with young children isn't a kind one. Sulkily, he scratches a claw against the seam of Jordy's jeans, but otherwise stays quiet.
It takes a while, but eventually Jordy locates the dusty can of tuna, half-hidden behind an ancient box of Rice Krispies. By some miracle, the tiny stamped letters on the label declare it to be within the expiration date, even though it looks like it's been there since Jordy first moved in.
Carrying it over to the sink, Jordy lifts and pulls back the tab one-handed. He gives it a quick sniff-check, then offers it to Kris. "How's that, your Highness? Smell okay?"
Kris sniffs at it cautiously. It doesn't smell like anything other than tuna though, and his tummy rumbles again. Jordy must feel the vibrations against his arm, because he grins and puts the can down on the counter to mess a hand across Kris' ears. Kris tries to hiss at him, but Jordan's fingers find that one spot behind his ears and somehow, a purr is rumbling its way out from Kris' chest instead. Stupid built-in cat reactions.
Jordy's grin is shit-eatingly wide and Kris just knows he's never going to live this down. As Jordy plops him back down on the floor, he considers getting his claws into the exposed strip of skin at his ankles in revenge, but then decides against it. The man's got currently got his food hostage, and Kris is kind of stuck for options, being only half a meter tall and lacking opposable thumbs.
Besides, he thinks as Jordy sets the newly tuna-filled dish down in front of him and gives him another solid rub behind the ears, he can definitely get used to this petting thing.
okay going to go pretend i am not a student with a brain that is dead-set on making her fail all of her classes hooray hooray ohmygod what has my life become.
"Here," Jordy says, setting down the dish. It's plastic and yellow and actually says "LEKITTY" in bold black script next to the embossed Pens logo. Kris has only been a cat for all of eight hours - he's got no idea how the guys even managed to get something like this customized that quickly. It's impressive, but he's still going to kick all of their asses once he has long enough legs to do it.
His stomach gives another rumble. Reluctantly, he ventures forward and sniffs at the kibble inside, then laps a piece up into his mouth. And immediately regrets that decision.
It's possibly the nastiest thing he's ever eaten.
The stuff is crumbly and kind of pastey, like someone had ground up dried Play-Doh and baked in a shitload of preservatives and synthetic vitamins. He can't even taste the tuna that's advertised with a smiley face on the bag. He turns to glare at Jordy.
"What," Jordy asks, putting down another dish - black and filled with water - on the floor beside him. "You're a cat now, so you get cat food."
Kris really hopes his disdain is coming across properly on this stupid new cat face. His aunt's cat, back when he was a kid, had always managed to look perpetually unimpressed, so Kris knows it's not an anatomically impossible endeavour. Either he's doing it wrong, or Jordan is an idiot. Well, the latter is a given in pretty much all situations, but Kris is still going to find a mirror and figure out this new face later. Besides, he needs to make sure all this new fur doesn't make him look fat.
He lifts his chin up and narrows his eyes a bit, but Jordy's still looking back at him expectantly, like Kris is the slow one here. Sighing inwardly, Kris decides to forgo reasonable discussion and makes a leap for the table, where Jordy's herb-baked chicken breast dinner is steaming gently on a bed of rice.
"Oh hell no," Jordy says and then he's grabbing Kris around the belly, giving him a not-so-gentle shake when Kris' claws stay stubbornly hooked into the fabric of the chair cushion. "I'm not going to starve just because you're a picky little fuck."
Kris tries out a hiss as Jordy scoops him up and tucks him under his arm, propped up against the bony jut of his hip. He attempts to sink his claws into the fabric of Jordy's jeans, but the denim is too heavy for him to get far.
"I think I've got a can of tuna in here somewhere," Jordy mutters, pulling open his cupboard doors. "Stop that," he adds, giving Kris another shake as Kris scrapes his claws up his thighs with an annoyed yowl. "Or I'll hand you over to Dups tomorrow. I heard Zoe's going through a cat-lover phase right now."
Kris barely suppresses his instinctive shudder. He knows from his own childhood that the fate of a cat in a household with young children isn't a kind one. Sulkily, he scratches a claw against the seam of Jordy's jeans, but otherwise stays quiet.
It takes a while, but eventually Jordy locates the dusty can of tuna, half-hidden behind an ancient box of Rice Krispies. By some miracle, the tiny stamped letters on the label declare it to be within the expiration date, even though it looks like it's been there since Jordy first moved in.
Carrying it over to the sink, Jordy lifts and pulls back the tab one-handed. He gives it a quick sniff-check, then offers it to Kris. "How's that, your Highness? Smell okay?"
Kris sniffs at it cautiously. It doesn't smell like anything other than tuna though, and his tummy rumbles again. Jordy must feel the vibrations against his arm, because he grins and puts the can down on the counter to mess a hand across Kris' ears. Kris tries to hiss at him, but Jordan's fingers find that one spot behind his ears and somehow, a purr is rumbling its way out from Kris' chest instead. Stupid built-in cat reactions.
Jordy's grin is shit-eatingly wide and Kris just knows he's never going to live this down. As Jordy plops him back down on the floor, he considers getting his claws into the exposed strip of skin at his ankles in revenge, but then decides against it. The man's got currently got his food hostage, and Kris is kind of stuck for options, being only half a meter tall and lacking opposable thumbs.
Besides, he thinks as Jordy sets the newly tuna-filled dish down in front of him and gives him another solid rub behind the ears, he can definitely get used to this petting thing.
okay going to go pretend i am not a student with a brain that is dead-set on making her fail all of her classes hooray hooray ohmygod what has my life become.