#iggy.

How do people who live on their own avoid adopting stray cats they’re so nice to me and they used to be house cats they were abandoned by their owner I’m SO AHHHHHHHH but my cat hates them hfjghfkhl

Black n White Cat (I’m calling them Tore for some reason) will eat from my hand, follows me all over the complex and is DESPERATE for cuddles. Very obedient, never aggressive, even when my cat is— soooo silky to the touch. Probably the one I’d adopt most wholeheartedly.

The Gray/dilute cat (I call Iggy), seems to be v young. She was a lot smaller when I first saw her. She is also plush, but very skittish, loud, but also desperate for love (you just have to approach Quietly). She is less comfy in the house I think she’s adopting to the outdoors alright but like fjdjsgf no approving for outdoor cats,,,

iggy throws himself against the bar and sort of awkwardly crawls onto a bar stool, heavy boots making quite the racket as he scrambles up the supports of the chair. he makes steady, dry eye contact with dakota when he’s settled and it’s clear that he’s really had a day, especially with a black eye and a split lip to drive home the point. he licks his lips and speaks with a hoarse, broken voice. “you got a free drink on the menu somewhere?” he asks. “demon snatched my wallet.” he laughs and it sounds more like a cough. it hurts his stomach.  “come on,” he sniffs. “i’ll owe you one.”

iggy’s body is heavy, the persistent pain in his arm has turned into something pulsing and vicious. his nose is bloody and probably broken, and he’s shaking his head as he speaks, letting smoke from his pipe slip from his lips effortlessly.  “that fucking crotch kick was so, so unnecessary, lil. and you know that -- it was... low! literally below the belt!”