Closed | I got this little kitty about two months back

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WHO: Nathaniel and Anders
WHAT: New cat
WHEN: Present
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Pure fluff

When Anders comes home, it's to a few plaintive meows. Not Purrelden's. No, Purrelden is sulking by the window as if nothing has changed. Rather, Nathaniel is in the room with a bundle of towels in his arms. When the door opens, he turns around, looking apologetic.

"He had a lot of fleas," he starts with right off the bat, "and he was very dirty and needed a brush and he wouldn't stop eating..."

At the top of that bundle of towels is a small orange head, a kitten looking merely curious and not at all oppressed.

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"Those are good," he says warmly. They're particularly good for Nate. Anders glances over at his husband, wondering about the Arl of Amewranthine suggestion. It's nice to know that mention of the position doesn't hurt Nate, and the place and position does have significance to them.

"Arl of Amewranthine it is. Purrelden and Amewranthine for short." The kitten squeaks and he laughs quietly, tucking him securely against his neck so the kitten can feel safer. Then he's stepping close to Nate and snuggling up a little.

"We've a good family here," he says quietly.

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He considers the name, because something doesn't quite feel right. Amewranthine is an awfully big name for a tiny kitty. He begins to rub between the kitten's ears, then suddenly, he lights up.

"No. I have it." Nate beams at Anders. "My great-grandfather who was a Warden was named Padric Howe. So Anders, meet little Pawdric Howe."

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He beams back, but the name's missing something.

"Ser Pawdric Howe? We can't let him be absolutely outranked by everyone in here. He's already the smallest." Lady whines, and Anders glances down. "...For now."

Gently he hands the kitten back before going over to scoop up his grumpy cat, rubbing her under the chin. "Don't worry. You're not being replaced."

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"Ser Pawdric it is, then." Nathaniel takes back the little kitten. Lady paws at his leg, eager to meet the New Friend. Nathaniel sits on the floor and lets the kitten and the dog sniff each other. Lady then proceeds to lick the wet kitten's face with gusto. "Welcome to the family, Pawdric. You've been blessed by the Great Widdle Puppy."

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"Oh no..." It's not a bad thing, by any means, but Pawdric looks so confused. "Poor little guy, he's going to need another bath so he doesn't smell of dog slobber."

His voice is gentle and teasing, though, so that Lady doesn't take it the wrong way.

"We do need to be careful that he doesn't get overwhelmed, too. He needs to know he's loved and not just tiny and alone." Anders pats the bed with his free hand as he takes a seat. "Bring them up?"