4- louis

 

"Daaaaaaan!" Kyle yells from the living room. We just moved in together and I was unpacking in my new room when Kyle yells.

"What, Kyyyyyyyyyyle!" I yell.

"There's a cat in one of the boxes!"

"What?" I walk out and into the living room where I find a brown stripped tabby cat in a box full of silverware.

"Stupid cat. We have to eat with that!" Kyle says. I scratch my head.

"How the hell did this cat get in here anyway?" Kyle shrugs, the cat's bright green eyes staring at us.

"What are we gonna do with him?" Kyle asks. I pick up the cat, inspecting it as it meows.

"I'm not sure."

"LET'S KEEP HIM!"

I chuckle, "I don't want a stray with fleas running through my house."

"Correction. This is our house."

"Whatever."

"We can take him to the vet, get him checked." Kyle says, taking the cat from me.

"Fine. But he is your job."

"I am going to name his Louis."

"Why?"

"Louis means fighter," Kyle says, the cat swatting and hissing at me, "See?!" He says with a retarded smile. I chuckle .

"Fine. Just...make sure he doesn't eat me."

"Okay." Kyle laughs, and I head to my room as Kyle keeps playing with his new cat.