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Matthew was all on his own. A tiny kitten no one noticed. Starving, cold and injured, he managed to find shelter from the rain in a cardboard box.
Matthew coughed and tried to clean his fur. He was weak from hunger and fatigued. He began closing his eyes when he saw a figure approach him. If it was a dog, may it end him quickly. If not, maybe it was an angel, his time might've been up. He meowed with the last of his strength before collapsing.
~Your POV~
You were walking home in the rain. No umbrella, all you could do was run home. You passed by an alleyway. You heard meowing and you froze. You looked down the alley to see a cardboard box. Inside was a little white kitten with cream colored fur around his neck and tail. He was barely breathing. You quickly shed your jacket and picked him up. You ran home in the pouring rain as you clutched the little feline close to you for warmth.
"Hang in there little guy" you muttered and quickly ran inside your house. You set him down and began cleaning him and his wounds. He was now slowly breathing better.
You took an eye-dropper with water and began giving him the liquid. He drank and slowly opened his eyes. He tried getting up and wobbled on his little paws.
You placed a little dish of water down for him. He wobbled and stumbled over to it and drank the whole dish dry in mere seconds. You tried giving him bits of shredded chicken from the fridge and watched as he nibbled on them and ate gratefully.
"Hey little guy," you cooed and held out your hand. He looked up at you with soft violet eyes before collapsing onto your hand and falling asleep. He must've been exhausted. You placed him on a pillow on your sofa. When you tried to move, his little paw clung to your shirt sleeve. You complied and laid down with him. It was late as you pulled a blanket over you. You pulled the little one close to you and kept him warm.
~Le Time Skiiiip~
Matthew was the name you gave your little guy. He turned out to be sincerely grateful to you for saving him. Many months went by were he stayed by your side. He was like the friend you never had.
"Mattie, look at you!" you cooed, Matthew had gotten into the maple syrup and now was covered in it. And to make it worse; he ate your pancakes.
"You naughty boy" you muttered and placed him in the sink. Matthew stayed still as you poured warm water on him. For a cat, he didn't seem bothered by water and let you bathe him.
"There, all clean, now stay clean and don't get messy again!" you called as Matthew dashed off somewhere outside the cat door.
About 15 minutes later, Matthew came back with a pretty maple leaf in his mouth. Matthew loved bringing you things from nature, maple leaves, shiny rocks, sticks and flowers.
"Thank you Mattie. I'll add it to the collection" you kissed his head and placed the leaf in a glass case contained other red, orange, yellow and brown leaves.
"Mattie, there's a hockey game on!" you called and Matthew perched on your lap as you sat on the couch and watched the game. He purred as you scratched his chin and behind his ear.
"I don't know what I would be if I hadn't saved you Mattie" you cooed and kissed his nose. He rubbed against you and nuzzled you affectionately.
"My little maple kitty" you giggled as his whiskers tickled you. Matthew was affectionate, well behaved, polite, and sweet. He was your savior and you were his.
Matthew coughed and tried to clean his fur. He was weak from hunger and fatigued. He began closing his eyes when he saw a figure approach him. If it was a dog, may it end him quickly. If not, maybe it was an angel, his time might've been up. He meowed with the last of his strength before collapsing.
~Your POV~
You were walking home in the rain. No umbrella, all you could do was run home. You passed by an alleyway. You heard meowing and you froze. You looked down the alley to see a cardboard box. Inside was a little white kitten with cream colored fur around his neck and tail. He was barely breathing. You quickly shed your jacket and picked him up. You ran home in the pouring rain as you clutched the little feline close to you for warmth.
"Hang in there little guy" you muttered and quickly ran inside your house. You set him down and began cleaning him and his wounds. He was now slowly breathing better.
You took an eye-dropper with water and began giving him the liquid. He drank and slowly opened his eyes. He tried getting up and wobbled on his little paws.
You placed a little dish of water down for him. He wobbled and stumbled over to it and drank the whole dish dry in mere seconds. You tried giving him bits of shredded chicken from the fridge and watched as he nibbled on them and ate gratefully.
"Hey little guy," you cooed and held out your hand. He looked up at you with soft violet eyes before collapsing onto your hand and falling asleep. He must've been exhausted. You placed him on a pillow on your sofa. When you tried to move, his little paw clung to your shirt sleeve. You complied and laid down with him. It was late as you pulled a blanket over you. You pulled the little one close to you and kept him warm.
~Le Time Skiiiip~
Matthew was the name you gave your little guy. He turned out to be sincerely grateful to you for saving him. Many months went by were he stayed by your side. He was like the friend you never had.
"Mattie, look at you!" you cooed, Matthew had gotten into the maple syrup and now was covered in it. And to make it worse; he ate your pancakes.
"You naughty boy" you muttered and placed him in the sink. Matthew stayed still as you poured warm water on him. For a cat, he didn't seem bothered by water and let you bathe him.
"There, all clean, now stay clean and don't get messy again!" you called as Matthew dashed off somewhere outside the cat door.
About 15 minutes later, Matthew came back with a pretty maple leaf in his mouth. Matthew loved bringing you things from nature, maple leaves, shiny rocks, sticks and flowers.
"Thank you Mattie. I'll add it to the collection" you kissed his head and placed the leaf in a glass case contained other red, orange, yellow and brown leaves.
"Mattie, there's a hockey game on!" you called and Matthew perched on your lap as you sat on the couch and watched the game. He purred as you scratched his chin and behind his ear.
"I don't know what I would be if I hadn't saved you Mattie" you cooed and kissed his nose. He rubbed against you and nuzzled you affectionately.
"My little maple kitty" you giggled as his whiskers tickled you. Matthew was affectionate, well behaved, polite, and sweet. He was your savior and you were his.
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Cat!England x reader - which one?
"So, _____-san, which one do you want to keep?" Kiku asked me as I petted the cats.
"I'm going to keep Iggycat" I said. It's been hard decision but... what else I would do. Americat looked at me with his bright, blue eyes and started to panic. He was running around the room and meowing all the time.
"Now, now, be a good cat and go with me" Kiku grabbed the larger cat and walked out. Iggycat meowed at me and licked my cheek. I petted him as he purred.
"So... you're happy about that you're staying?" I smiled and he meowed louder. I took him onto my arms and looked at him. Somehow he looked really familiar.
"You are just like my friend, Iggy..."
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Well, this was going to be hard. With all the cats moving around it was hard to get a good look at them. They were all so……..energetic. That wasn’t a bad thing, but you already had a spazz-cat at home. You always knew when she got out of the litter box, because she would run around the house like her tail was on fire and sounding like she weighed fifty pounds.
You noticed a big brown fluffy cat and went to approach him, but when you got within five feet, a white cat with a blue spot on its head jumped in front of you and hissed. You instantly backed off, not wanting anything to do with a crazy cat.
The next cat you looke
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Neko! America x Reader : The Adventures of Americat and His Owner
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"Alfy? Alfy where are you? Breakfast is ready!" You shouted as you waited for your big ball of adorable fluff to rush it's way into the kitchen. Still no response.
"Alfy! I made burgers!" Then, like you hear everyday, a sound of a bell coming closer to you.
I'm coming ____! Oh man, I love burgers!'
Just then your cat made it's way in the kitchen to eat. He looked at you and meowed happily then he wolfed down his favorite meal. Burgers and fast food aren't supposed to be eaten by a cat but... it had no effect on Alfy, who just grew fat a little. But still, he was th
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I couldn't find a picture of canada as a cat T^T COMMENT BEFORE YOU ADD TO YOUR FAVORITES!!!!! I hope you enjoyed this! I will be making the other 4 Nordics and Scotland too!!
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