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(No) Fur and Favoritism

Synopsis; Your hairless cat has an undeniable favorite—and it’s not you. Whenever Scott is around, the cat abandons all dignity to curl up with him, leaving you as little more than an amused (if slightly jealous) observer. But with Scott grinning at you over the cat’s adoring gaze, you start to wonder if sharing the spotlight with him might not be so bad after all. Warnings; None, enjoy kits! Requested by @milkbean69

You walk into the living room, stopping in your tracks at the sight before you. There, on the couch, is Scott—reclined, reading a book, and completely occupied by the tiny, wrinkled bundle of devotion curled up on his chest, purring as if it’s never been happier.

“Really?” you say, crossing your arms. “I thought I was the one who adopted a cat.”

Scott looks up, suppressing a smile, and gently strokes the cat’s back. “What can I say? I guess I have an irresistible charm.”

Your cat, who usually acts too dignified for much attention, nudges Scott’s hand with its head, encouraging him to keep petting. You watch, mildly exasperated, as your supposed pet melts under his touch, eyes half-closed in bliss.

“Would it kill you to be that nice to me?” you mutter, more to the cat than to Scott.

“Aw, don’t take it personally,” Scott says, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Guess it just knows a fellow introvert when it sees one.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re hogging my cat, Summers.”

He raises his hands defensively, but the cat stays put, curling up even closer as if to make its allegiance known. “Hey, it’s not my fault,” he chuckles. “I’m just sitting here.”

As if in response, the cat curls its little paw around his shirt, holding him in place. You sigh, defeated, watching as Scott continues to scratch that perfect spot behind its ears, leaving you feeling like a third wheel in your own living room.

“So… am I going to need to get my own place now?” you ask dryly.

Scott grins, patting the spot next to him on the couch. “Nah, there’s room for both of us. If you’re okay sharing with our cat.”

You can’t help but laugh, finally sitting beside him as your cat—no, their cat—continues to bask in its preferred human’s attention.