Inspired by: Girl from the North Country
On their first night as roommates, the unnamed cat slept and slept and slept. When it finally woke up, it meowed incessantly.
“What do you want!?” Ein asked, pleading with them to shut up.
“Oh, yeah, I guess you probably want food, huh?”
The cat was barely as big as Ein’s hand, so he put them in his pocket and went to the store. When they got to the cat food aisle, he checked to see if the coast was clear. He pulled the cat out, and their large eyes took in their choices. After they picked, Ein put the cat away and rushed home.
After it ate, their preferred brand of food they curled up on the couch and didn’t move for over twelve hours. While they slept, Ein went to the library to look up some cat facts. Since it was mostly white with grey limbs and blue eyes, Ein decided it must be a Snowshoe.
Ein gently closed the front door, but the cat sprang to attention and ran over to Ein.
“How are you doing, little… guy? Girl? I’ll ask a vet, I guess. How do you feel about Bay Cat until we get to know each other?”
Bay Cat didn’t care.
Ein put down a bowl of food for Bay Cat, and they eagerly chomped away.
“You kind of remind me about my old cat.
“She was a long-haired Persian. Black, white, and gray. She was very nice to the guests, pretty nice to me. I loved her so much; her name was Shelby. Wait a second Shell-BAY. You’re Bay Cat! This must be fate, dude.”
BC had stopped eating a few minutes ago and fell asleep, curled up next to their food bowl.
“Okay, I’m glad you’re here. Good talk.”