This isn’t working, thought Demon. Granted the man definitely saw her but he seemed to be missing the message to feed her. Perhaps more pain was needed. As Demon began to flex her claws deeper into the man's flesh a wuff of the eggs billowed by her. Pausing, she thought better of her original plan. If the man wasn’t going to give her her own food she would just take his. Yanking her claws from his flesh she ignored his grunt of pain as she turned in his lap. She jumped to the table and sniffed the food before nudging the bread aside and making quick work of the eggs.
“Hey… Hey! No, NO! Bad Cat! BAD CAT!” yelled Fred while waving his hands in a shooing motion. The demon cat didn’t so much as budge. Just glared up at him managing to growl while eating his breakfast. “Unbelievable,” muttered Fred. As he leaned back in his chair with a huff and watched as his breakfast disappeared before his eyes. Un-Fucking-belivable!!!” staring at the cat Fred couldn’t find it in himself to be mad. He was just tired and annoyed with himself. He should’ve realized the problem. After all, all living creatures needed to eat to survive. “I guess you were hungry too, huh?'' Sighing, Fred stood and went to take a look at the supplies that the Animal Shelter had given him. Rummaging through the bags he quickly located the cat food. Sparing only a glance at the cat who had finished his breakfast and was now just watching as she licked her chops in lazy satisfaction. Shaking his head Fred ignored her and focused on locating one of his old bowls from college that had managed to stick with him. He found it in the very back of his dish cabinet. It was a bit dinged up but it would work. Rinsing it off in the sink and drying it with a clean dish towel he opened the can of the cat food and dumped it in. Looking around he decided to place the bowl of food on the kitchen floor by the wall. That should work.
Demon quickly jumped from the table to the floor and beelined it to the bowl. The eggs were good but not enough. Finally the man was doing as he should. Wasting no more time she quickly began to eat. Heeding the needs of her body.
Fred stared at the cat wondering what was off. “Oh yeah guess you will need something to wash all that down with. Thinking about the other cat’s needs he resolved to get the litter box set up before the cat decided to destroy something else of his with her lethal urine. Freezing he realized that he hadn’t found any poop in his cleaning. Horrified, he whipped around to stare at the cat. She stared back at him as if to say what is wrong with you then went back to her food. Shaking his head Fred reasoned, no, no, no, no if she had pooped he would have smelled it. So nothing to worry about. Breathing out a relieved sigh Fred moved just a touch quicker eager to get the cat's things set up. He needed nothing else destroyed.
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The man gave her another bowl, this one with water. Demon was pleased she didn’t relish having to drink from the man’s tall glass but she would’ve. A cat’s gotta do what a cat’s gotta do after all. Smiling and purring to herself she continued eating pausing every two bites to breath.
Fred was dumping cat litter into the cat litter pan and deciding where to place it when he felt it. The cat was winding around his legs and purring. Holding absolutely still he stared down at the cat astonished. Was this the same demon cat that he had brought into his home? Perhaps this was the key to taming her. A little food, a little water and she mellowed out quite nicely. Perhaps he could train her to be- “Awww you Demon cat!” yelped Fred dropping the litter pan paying no attention as litter spilled onto his living room floor. Hopping on one foot he tried to catch hold of the other to see if he was bleeding again. “Freaking Bloody Demon Cat!” Roared Fred as he limped to the bathroom.
Turning on the bathroom light he flipped the toilet seat down and put his injured leg up on it so he could get a better view. Breathing a sigh of relief he found that he was in fact not bleeding but that his leg now sported some red bruising in the formation of cat’s teeth. Rolling his eyes in annoyance Fred washed the area and put some rubbing alcohol on it just in case. Deciding while he was there he might as well check his other cat inflicted wounds. Quickly dressing his chest wounds and other legs scratch marks he ignored the pressure of tears welling in his eyes at the sting of the alcohol and finished his task. Looking down at himself he reflected that at this rate he would end up looking like a pincushion after all.
Shaking his head he put his shirt back on and tugged his pants legs down and headed back out turning off the light behind him to see what the cat was up to now.
Demon sniffed the cat litter pan and decided it would do. Stepping into it and relishing at the feel of the gravel under her paws she made her way to the center and circled once twice three times before squatting with her tail in the air and let the poop that had been simmering out.
Oh Oooh well this is awkward thought Fred wondering if it was weird to head back into the bathroom.
Aww yess… Looking up she stared into the eyes of the man as her body rid itself of its accumulated waste. Only breaking off contact with him to finish her task. Quickly moving up she used her back legs to shuffle some of the gravel onto the poop until she was satisfied her scent had been covered. Stepping off the gravel she gave each paw a shake before going to a spot in front of the window that she had scoped out yesterday that promised to be warm and soft. Jumping up she turned kneaded the area a bit before settling down to groom herself. Making sure to pause every once in a while to take in the view of the birds and squirrels running around outside. It wasn’t long before she had finished her grooming and dozed off to sleep dreaming of the day when she would get out there and show those birds and squirrels who was the boss.