The Purrfect Wingman
Bryantdepressed cat diarypregnant and rejected by my alpha matepregnant by my bullycat scratch story
The kittens were chaos wrapped in fur. Perfect, tiny chaos, but chaos nonetheless.
Mochi, for example, already fancied herself a tiny menace. All black, sleek as midnight, with claws that always seemed sharper than nature intended. She squirmed and hissed at shadows in her sleep, a tiny dictator of darkness. Goose. Poor, delusional Goose thought he was a tiger. Bold orange stripes, puffed chest, constantly crawling over his siblings like he was conquering uncharted territory, never mind that his eyes hadn’t even opened yet.
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