You stared at the multitude of cats milling about. Nearly all of them ignored you. The only one that seemed vaguely interested in you, was a large, grey, brown cat with an abnormally large nose. Crouching you stroked his soft fur, looking about for any other cats that seemed friendly.
A large white cat with an abundance of hair sauntered over, it's bright blue eyes crinkling as it mewed at you. At that, several other cats padded over, curiosity a light on their faces.
"Are there any quite ones?"
"Quite a few." Elizabeta laughed. You looked up and nodded, several of the cats were still ignoring you. One small beige and white cat lay curled up in a ball, a blue ribbon tied about it's neck.
"What that one's name?"
You walked over to the kitten, scooping him up. He blinked his violet eyes sleepily, ears flicking back.
"I'll take him!!"
As sleepy as the kitten appeared, it was a handful of trouble. He had the unfortunate habit of being curious about absolutely everything. Nothing in your house was safe from the cat.
He climbed your curtains, only to jump off the top onto your ceiling fan. He would chew the couch, the cough up cloth bits a few minutes later. It only got worse from there.
You finished throwing the wet laundry into the dryer and sighed, stretching. Emil wasn't anywhere around, which was good. He was probably napping as he did all of the time. A thankful moment of silence.
Slamming the door shut, you turned the dryer on and shuffled towards the living room.
You froze and turned, staring at the dryer. The thumping came again, then again. You didn't have any sneakers in the dryer so what was in there. OH GOD.
You lunged for the dryer, wrenching the door open. Sticking your arm in, you shrieked as a pair of claws dug into your arms. Emil shot up your arm, his claws leaving deep gouges up your arm. Reaching your shoulder, he made a slight U-turn and slithered down the front of your shirt.
You closed the door and re-started the dryer again. You limped towards the bathroom, holding you bleeding arm out, trying not to drip blood onto the floor.
Emil was still clinging to your chest, his tiny claws making painful gouges in your chest.
After bandaging you arm, you lifted the neck of your shirt, staring down at the kitten. He mewed, still shaking.
"Sorry Emil. I should have checked to make sure you weren't in there."
He mewed again, violet eyes wide. You smiled, reaching down and patting the top of his fluffy chest. He let out a little purr, shifting slightly.
You winced, both your arm and your chest where going to hurt like hell tomorrow. Emil burst out of your shirt, ran across the room and clawed his way up the wall. Long strips of wallpaper curled down in ragged clumps.
You sighed. The cat really was a handful.