The cat, or rather a
kitty, was tiny, black, and extremely fluffy. It set its big, blue
eyes on Tony, and Tony felt himself melting.
him,” Steve announced, and it said something about the kitten’s
cuteness that Tony only then raised his eyes to Steve.
agreed, because he could never say no
to Steve, and the kitten, for how cute it was, did seem a bit too
thin; Tony wasn’t good with animals, but if Steve brought one home
like that, he must’ve rescued it from the street. He was still
cradling it protectively against his chest.
extended his hand towards the kitten slowly, and it smelt him and let
him pet it gently.
barely stopped himself from squeeing aloud. He was a successful
businessman, for god’s sake; he was clearly spending too much time
with Kamala. Tony hoped none of his Avenger kids were allergic, they
obviously had to come and meet their new kitty as soon as possible.
found him,” Steve confirmed Tony’s earlier suspicions. “It was
raining, and the poor creature was alone, and I
okay,” Tony said. “We’re
definitely keeping him.”
smile almost made Tony melt, too.
weeks later, when Kitten was safely wrapped in Tony’s arms—Steve
vetoed all of Tony’s name suggestions, and vice versa, so they
agreed the kitten would just stay Kitten—Jan walked into the living
room, took one long look at them, and started laughing.
so funny?” Steve asked. Tony couldn’t quite get annoyed with a
happy ball of fur that was Kitten in his arms.
course that’s what a
cat you suddenly rescue from a street looks like.”
looked up at Tony with his blue eyes, as if sensing they’re talking
about him, and Tony scratched him behind his black ear gently to
no idea what you mean,” Steve said.
don’t mind,” Tony told Jan. “He’s cute.”
said he wasn’t,” Jan noted, and then cooed over the cat too.
was well, except Steve was still spluttering something about
Yes, Oreo let’s me hold him! He likes to be held either cradled like a baby or held upright so he can rest his head on my shoulder. He’s not the type of cat that will stay in your arms for a long time, but every night when I go to bed and every morning when I wake up I always pick him up for a hug and kiss. Oreo also likes to stand on my husband’s shoulders.