Cat!England x Reader - Birthday Present

The cool, spring air blew against your forehead as you were walking home from a late night party, causing strands of your bunned hair to whip back behind you. The slight heels on your flats clicked against the pavement, and being preoccupied with something in your purse, you didn't see where you were going. And because you were digging through such a small handbag for just a measly iPhone, you ended up running into someone. Upon impact with a hard, muscle-y chest, you looked up at who you bumped into. Unfortunately, it was a drunkard who smelled strongly of alcohol. The smell of him was enough to make you gag.

"Heey therr, purrty," the man slurred, too drunk to even walk on his own two feet. He looked you up and down, obviously feeling like the luckiest guy on earth just because he happened to bump into a young girl wearing a cocktail dress at night. You could tell because of the smirk he wore on his face; guys like that bothered you to no extent. "How 'bout I take you tah m' house and show you a good time?"

You grimaced. The nerve of this guy, thinking he could get with you. Ha! It would be laughable if you weren't there during the night. Nonetheless, you raised your handbag over your head and brought it down to the man's face, creating a loud slap noise that sounded like it definitely hurt. "Get away from me, you pervert!" You cried, continuing to hit and slap the man until he was on his knees.





After he had begged you to stop striking him with the sharpest part of your handbag, you walked away from the scene, grumbling and mumbling about how many perverts roamed the streets of London, especially on the night before your birthday. Yes, it was your birthday the next day, April 23rd, and the party you had come from was an early birthday party your friends decided to throw. It was because all of your friends had work, or were going out with their boyfriends, or some other excuse they had come up with so you and your best friend, (bff's/n), could go out by yourselves to find you a nice guy to spend your extra time with. But you thought it was pointless to even try.

You felt like you were halfway towards your apartment when you decided to look up at a street sign to see exactly where you were. Coincidentally, you were standing in front of an alleyway that held a lamppost at the end of it, lighting the alley and the sign you were looking up at just enough for anyone to see them both. A soft meow found its way to your ears, causing you to turn around and look down into the alley. You didn't see anything in particular, not even a cat you thought had made the sound. So, you turned back around and squinted your eyes at the street sign, trying to make out the words.

After a minute, you guessed, of trying to read the sign in such dim light, you heard that meow again. You whipped back around, looking into the alleyway, and instead of just looking, seeing nothing, and turning back around, you walked towards the alley slowly. Sure, you saw nothing, and that it was probably best to ignore it, but you knew something was there making that noise. Then you heard it again. It was as if something was calling for someone, dying for their attention.

At the entrance of the alley, a garbage can stood. But it wasn't the garbage can that held significance; it was the old, worn down cardboard box behind it. The box was closed, but once you heard that meow again, you knew it came from inside it. Curious to know what was inside (but you probably already had a good idea as to what), you got down on your knees next to the old cardboard and lifted the flaps open. Inside contained probably the most adorable kitten you had ever seen.

He had one spot of ginger fur on the side of his head and near his tail, which was orange too. You were compelled to run your fingers through his soft looking-fur, but once you opened the box, he tried hiding in the confines of it, AKA the corners, that weren't such great hiding places. Almost squealing at how cute he was, you reached down into the box and lifted him up out of it. And almost immediately, he tried squirming out of your hands and back into the box; he didn't seem to like you so much. How ironic, though. It sounded like he was making those meow noises earlier to get someone's attention, and there you were, giving him attention and he was refusing it.

Although you had detected this and held yourself from rolling your eyes at him, you still scooped him up into your arms and held him close to your body. In return, he scratched at your arms. You bit down on the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from yelping in pain and gently, you rocked him, thinking that would make things better. But it didn't. In fact, it seemed like things got worse; the more you rocked him, the more restless he'd get.

Why won't he just warm up to me?! You thought, desperately wanting this kitten to like you, just like a certain Spaniard when he got his first cat.

So, in attempt to try and get this cat to like you, you started to pet him behind your ears, and at the same time, you stood from where you were kneeling, especially since your knees were starting to hurt from the cold concrete. You started walking in the direction you originally were heading, hoping that you'd be able to find your apartment that way. And the petting behind the ears method sure was doing its job. Only after three minutes, his eyes were closed, and if cats could smile, there was a soft smile spread on his face.

You could hear him softly purr as you sorting through your head, thinking if you should keep him or not. You had a feeling he was abandoned, knowing that he was left in an alley in a cardboard box. But were you ready to make such a huge commitment to this cat? Would he be worth it? Of course he would! He was the most adorable cat you'd ever seen! So, thinking you could handle taking care of a kitten, you decided to keep him.

And then another question popped into your mind. What were you going to name him? Of course, the most typical name came to you instantly: Mr.Fluffykins, or something of the sorts. But since Mr.Fluffykins and anything similar to it was kind of silly, you scratched it all out of your head. That left you with almost nothing to work with because sometimes a human name that you liked never seemed to fit any of the pets you've owned, and you just end up never naming them.

"Maybe (bff's/n) might have an idea... But I like the name Arthur," you whispered to yourself, not knowing that the kitty was close enough to hear. He nudged at your arm with his paw, causing you to stop and look down at him; wouldn't want another repeat of last time, would we?

"What is it?" You inquired, smiling at the cat. He replied with a soft meow and a nod to the head.

You didn't know what he was nodding at for a little while, so you continued to smile at him and kept walking. With only the lampposts that lined the streets to illuminate the sidewalk and homes behind them, you scanned the complexes you passed by. In the dark, you spotted yours, which was obviously decorated with a variety of colored flowers. It was done on purpose by the people who lived there for when you, or anyone else, were out at night and needed to find your way home.

You walked up the cobblestone path that led to the entrance lobby. You pushed past the door and walked inside, being immediately greeted by warmth, which credit went to a heater. You sighed in comfort and walked up the stairs to the fourth floor, completely ignoring the elevator. And once stopping at the designated floor, you walked down a hall until you found a door labeled with a number 5. It wasn't until then did you realize what the cat had meant when he nodded his head.

"Ohhh! You like the name Arthur!" You cried in realization. What an idiot you were. "I'm such an idiot!" You laughed. In the midst of your laughing fit, you decided to name him Arthur, since he liked the name. And if cats could laugh, that cat was chuckling along with you.

After a fit of giggles and chuckles, you put the little guy down to search through your handbag again. "Wait there, okay? I just have to get the keys," you told him, clicking open the small purse to dig through it.

After what felt like half an hour to the cat, but was only five minutes, you had found the key and inserted it into the lock, twisting it open. And cracking the door just enough for him to prance in, you motioned him to. After he was in, you followed after, closing the door behind you and being sure to lock it.

Now, a white cat, who looked like stepped into some wet orange paint, stood in the middle of your coffee table in your living room. You watched as Arthur walked around the entire room's perimeter, taking in his new surroundings. After circling the room, he stopped at the couch, jumping onto it and settling down. You smiled at him, walked over, and sat next to the cat, placing your hand on his head and petting him softly.

And for the second time that day, you knelt down in front of him, his face align with yours. You leaned in closer, placing your head right next to his, and ever so slightly pressed your cheek to his, your hand still on his head. His fur brushed against your skin and then you felt warmth on your cheek from something wet and rough. It didn't take you long to realize that he was licking your face, and it made you giggle once you knew.

You lifted your head up and wiped your face with the back of your hand. You picked Arthur up, and he crawled onto your shoulder as you stood up and walked to your bedroom. Inside, you flipped the lights on and him down onto the floor and as he walked around the perimeter of this room just like the last, you picked out pajamas from your drawers to dress into. And finding a simple black tank top and gray sweat pants to go with it, you walked to your room's bathroom.

"No peaking, okay?" You looked to him in the middle of your bed and giggled when he gave a nod. You walked in the bathroom and locked it behind you. You weren't sure why you locked it. Maybe it was just instinct.

You came back out dressed in your pajamas in around five minutes only to see that your bed sheets were a mess, your pillows were pulled from their pillow cases and thrown in different directions, and your favorite teddy that usually sat in between those two pillows was thrown across the room. And in the middle of it all, lying in the middle of your bed, was Arthur, resting comfortably with his eyes shut. It looked like his breathing was even and as you walked over, not minding the mess he had made since he was too cute to be mad at, you picked up one of the pillows, returned it to its case, and placed it lightly back on the bed. You quickly checked the time, realizing it was close to one o' clock in the morning, and you walked to your door, switching the lights off.

You strolled back over to your bed and slipped under the messy sheets, pulling Arthur closer to you. "Good night, Arthur," you whispered, realizing just how much energy partying, beating a drunkard, and finding an adorable kitten can take. Your eyes grew heavy and you soon fell into sleep. I guess cleaning your room can wait for another day.