Treasure, who had just stepped out for a few things, comes home with not what they intended to get, no.
As soon as they come into the door of their place, they instantly start with, "Don't get mad" to Porter.
He's on the couch, confused as hell, "What...?"
"When I show you what I found, don't get mad."
"Treasure, if you explain what you did, found, however you say it, I can assure you I'm not going to get mad."
Now he's getting more confused, "I suppose it all depends on what you have."
He sighs, "Alright. I promise."
They duck out of the front door for a moment, then come back in holding a tote bag they initially brought to bring home the groceries they intended to get. When they set it down, he hears a chirp.
They hold up a hand to stop him, and reach into the bag to bring out a small, presumably young, cat. Dirty, matted, and scared.
"What was I supposed to do!! He was stuck in some raccoon trap that I know had been there by someone just to trap and let some animal starve because the trap had been there for a few months by now. He's scared, he's clearly malnourished and had to fight for his life... I had to rescue him!"
Porter, dragging a hand down his face, sighs, "Are you even allowed animals on the agreement?"
"I'll work on that later."
"Hm, never took you for the sneaky type."
"Let's just say I'm influenced."
After a warm bath and some brushing, Treasure manages to clean the small cat up to find what they thought was a brown cat, was actually a white fluffball with the most gorgeous amber eyes. To think that someone gave this little guy up...
They did get some cat food after they rescued the cat, and a few other things. A small pillow for a bed, a bowl for food and another for water, some toys... A litterbox, the essentials. They were determined to keep this little guy.
Now towel wrapped and purring, the cat nuzzles up to Treasure. The little guy knew he was safe now.
They were even a little surprised when Porter comes up to scritch under the cat's chin.
"Never knew you were a cat lover," they tease.
"I do have a soft side, you know. I relate to cats. Misunderstood, loyal," he lightly presses on the cat's paw pad, "utilizes sharp objects."
"I think there's a difference between claws and swords, love."
They hum, moving on with the conversation. "I'm just trying to think of a name for him."
Porter goes silent for a few moments, instead petting the little cat. "Spirit."
He hums a soft sound, "He had the spirit to keep going. He still has that spirit letting you save him. He sees your spirit and care. I feel as if the name is fitting."
They smile, "Spirit it is."
They pet under Spirit's chin again, nearly snorting when they see the little smile the cat had, "Hey, he has little fangs like you!"
Porter quirks a brow, "I do not smile like that, treasure."
"No I do not, my fangs hardly show."
"How would you know? You've never seen yourself smile."
"You act as if that myth of vampires unable to see their reflection is true. How else would I be able to admire myself, hm?"
"Just look," they scritch Spirit's chin again, making the cat do that smile again, "he's like you."
Porter goes to deny it, until he sees the cat's fangs showing.
