bsumone | ❝ I'm not single ❞

Felix may seem like a stray, wandering the street and making friends with the people who are nice to him, but he has a home and he's well cared for. That much is probably obvious from the cute little mane he wears as he trots around. But there's no collar or tag to indicate where he belongs. In truth, he has an apartment all to himself, left to him by the little old lady who used to look after him. Felix is capable of looking after himself, for sure, but when it starts raining? He's going scamper up the first lady he sees and meow pitifully for help. Meow, meow, meow!

It's been a long day. Mijoo is only just coming home after working at the club, now dressed comfortably in sweats and a large knit sweater, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail with strands sticking out unattractively in the front. There's no one to impress as she pulls out her keys to unlock her moped from where she had chained it to the rack. She's just about to mount it when an unusual-looking kitty bounds up to her.

"Oh, you poor thing," she tuts, squatting down to hold her hand out to it. "Did you escape from the zoo, lion king?"

Oh, he likes her sense of humor already! And the big sweater? Also a point in her favor. Felix is fond of oversized clothes because there's so much room to cuddle in them. Shaking himself free of the little rain that managed to get on his fur, Felix pads closer to give her hand a tentative sniff. She definitely seems nice since she's taking the time to talk to him.

After the initial sniff, he pushes his head against her hand with a quiet trill. Please take him somewhere dry and warm?

"You need my help, huh?"

As Mijoo reaches out to scratch behind his ears, inspects him for any proof of ownership other than the little costume he seems to enjoy wearing. Someone might be looking for her now. She may as well check the neighborhood pet forums later.

"Let's get you some place warm while I look for your owner, hm?" she scoots forward to wrap an arm under his middle to pull him up. Taking her scarf, she wraps it around him and sets him in the basket of her moped. "I promise we won't be outside for long."

Meow!

Yes, help please! Felix is still and calm when Mijoo picks him up and he nestles happily into the warmth of her scarf. He's a cat who likes to be swaddled when it's raining or storming or any other scary weather is happening. Settling in the basket, Felix meowed quietly as if to say he understood.

"What a charmer you are," she muses with a laugh.

After taking a second to scratch under his chin, she pulls on her helmet and takes off on her moped, zipping through the rain. These aren't ideal conditions for transporting a kitty, but she's doing her best to make sure he stays healthy.

The apartment thankfully isn't too far from the club. She's scooping her new friend into her arms in no time, hurrying to grab the elevator from the parking facility.

He'll be in the rain for a much shorter time this way than if he stayed on his own four paws. Besides, he's swaddled so nicely in Mijoo's scarf that he's hardly getting wet at all. No complains. A+ service, thanks!

Once they arrive and she scoops him up, Felix purrs quietly, nestling closer for added warmth. Poor Mijoo doesn't have fur to help keep that cold rain off her, so snuggling to share some of his warmth is the least Felix can do to thank his new friend for her help.

Oh. That's terribly sweet.

Mijoo is quiet as they enter the elevator, the energy slowly draining from her body, the last bits of early morning adrenaline wearing off. All she wants to do is sleep everything off, but first, she has to make sure this little guy is okay.

Yawning, she shuffles into the hallway once they reach her floor and easily enters her apartment, sliding her shoes off and into her slippers. Setting the kitten down, she stretches.

"You hungry? I have some... hm, some broccoli and carrots I can steam, I guess. No cat food."

Wiggling out of the scarf, Felix shakes what little rain got on him from his body, then each leg in turn. He turns to peer up at Mijoo when she speaks, tilting his head with a strange understanding in his eyes. He isn't terribly hungry, not if it means keeping an obviously tired friend up longer! So instead, he pads off in the direction that smells most like her. That's got to be where she sleep, after all!

And once he finds it, he's quick to hop up on the bed. Not hungry, just sleepy.

Well, that just about answers her question. He's a smart little thing from what Mijoo can tell. With that confirmation, she yawns, stretching one arm above her head. It truly had been a long night.

She shrugs off her outerwear and hangs it on a hook on her apartment door, plucking the scarf up off the floor and draping it across another hook. Humming to herself, she disappears into her bathroom to wash her face off and change into her pajamas - the shower can wait for now. Running a comb through her hair as she reenters, face fresh if a bit sleepy-eyed.

"I'll figure things out with you later today," she promises as she pulls the covers up and slides in, tugging her eye mask down her face and settling into sleep, leaving ample room for the cat to settle in next to her as well.

Felix is even thoughtful enough not to plop his furry bottom in the middle of the bed. No, he stayed off to one side to give Mijoo room. But once she settles in, he moves closer to snuggle. She must be cold from the rain without fur to keep her warm(er) and dry(er).

Just don't mind that poor Mijoo is going to wake up to a grown man in a lion kigurumi cuddling with her.

She is warm. It's always easy for her to drift off to sleep when she's had a long overnight shift at work, but having a warm body - even a tiny one - is more than enough to put her at ease. Her dreams are peaceful, a little romantic and magical, perhaps good inspiration for future paid content if she remembers to write any of this down when she wakes up.

However, she is so comfortable, she almost doesn't realize that the warmth on her side has grown. Mijoo's accustomed to bringing one-night-stands home, she's used to a warm body in a bed that she often has to shoo out and never call again.

Instead of flying into a panic when she finally does wake up, she lays remarkably still as if uncertain she is awake. It's only when her nose begins to itch that she moves, lifting an arm to scratch it with a sweater-paw covered hand.

❝ I'm not single ❞

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