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Reader as a cat that's claimed 141 and brings them mice, rats or birds, sadly Jonny is the first victim of a dead mouse that ends up becoming all of them like this picture down here
hehehehe cat!reader adopting 141...
As a single parent of four oversized humans, you definitely had your work cut out for you in terms of feeding.
Nevermind the fact they could clearly feed themselves -- no. You wouldn't have that. If you weren't the one that fed them, you wouldn't be happy.
You started with the one they called Johnny. You weren't stupid -- you could understand basic human words and phrases. You knew all of your kits' names. It was your job as their parent.
You went out and hunted a nice, plump mouse. Big and brown, definitely healthy. It smelled amazing to the point your mouth watered carrying it back to the large box your kits resided in. Are they even kits at this point? Whatever. They are what you say they are.
Weaving through some corridors and into the nest where Johnny was sleeping, you gracefully pounced up onto the smaller nest with the mouse still in your mouth. You walked up to him, and dropped the mouse right in his open mouth.
Ignoring the fact he yelped and sounded angry or fearful or whatever that emotion was. Disgusted? Who cares. You thought he was happy. You knew he was happy, actually. You know what's best for your kits.
The others were just as easy to feed, actually. To be fair, you did feed them all within the same night. With Johnny out of the way, your workload became much less.
You decided you'd go for your oldest next. Atleast you think Price is your oldest.. you're not entirely sure. He's as old as you say he is. And judging by the way his limbs creak, you had determined he was the oldest. Maybe he should get a bird. Or a cricket. Crickets were easier to catch due to the fact it's night, so maybe Price should get that.
You had set out to hunt again, and almost immediately caught a cricket. The hopper was still alive while you were bringing him back. Slipping through the small crack into Price's nest, you repeated the same process you did with Johnny. Why do all of your kits sleep with their mouths open? Whatever. It makes your job easier.
Dropping the cricket into his mouth, you watched as Price enthusiastically sucked it in his throat in a bout of coughing. He sure had an interesting way of eating things, that was true. Before you could listen more, Price had snatched you up and set you outside his nest and closed the entrance.
Maybe he's in a sour mood. You shouldn't pay him any mind, and instead work to catch a rat for Simon. Your kits' dinners varied every night, depending on what you were in the mood to catch. But that was pretty much self explanatory judging by previous events.
You repeated the process again, and soon enough you were in Simon's nest with a large rat. He actually gave you a designated spot to set his meals. So instead of waking him up, you decided to set the rat down on the platform and began the search for Kyle's dinner.
You could catch a frog for him. Maybe he'd appreciate that, right? Too bad. You were his parent. You chose his dinners. Finding a nice green frog, you did the same exact thing you did to Price and Johnny.
You dropped it into his mouth.
Only then were you satisfied, purring on your way out the door (ignoring Kyle's protests and sputtering) and into the woods where you would hunt your own dinner. Of course you'd feed them before yourself! That's what a good parent would do.
You didn't have to know that you were considered their pet, and that you weren't actually their parent. You were as happy as you ever were, and they'd like to keep it that way. Because maybe, just maybe, they actually enjoyed your company.