Chapter 9

As JC closed the door of the suite on the mysterious woman, he caught sight of Chris looking at him in disbelief.

"You are seriously going to keep that cat around, even with Busta and Korea being on tour with us?"

"Well, I can't give this cat back now. And I'm not going to just abandon it."

*Thank heavens for small favors,* Lance thought, getting more comfortable in JC's arms. This felt *good.*

"But how are we going to keep the cat away from the dogs?" Justin asked. Chris raised an eyebrow.

"What's his name, then? If it's even a he," Joey said. Chris lifted up the cat's tail and took a peek, earning himself a hiss and a hard swat from Lance.

"I'm going to name him..." JC started, then thought. He studied the cat's eerie green eyes for a while, running names through his brain before one came to mind. "I'm naming him Scoop." Justin laughed and Lance meowed in appreciation. At least he wouldn't get confused.

"HISS," said Lance, jumping out of JC's arms and going over to scratch Justin's leg. Justin howled in pain while Lance snickered. "I always wanted to do that."

"Oops." JC stood over him, blue eyes cold. "Mrow?" Lance tried, giving JC a sad look with his big green eyes. JC sighed and softened his expression.

"Justin is not a scratching post, understood?" JC scolded. Lance made his expression even sadder, so JC looked away. Lance pouted, so JC leaned down and picked up his new pet.

"He needs food, toys, a bed, a litterbox, a collar, and most importantly, his shots," Chris told JC.

"MROW!" Lance screamed, leaping from JC's arms and running over to Joey. He then proceeded to climb Joey's leg in terror at the word 'shots.' Joey laughed at the trembling scrap of fur now cradled in his arms.

"No shit, Sherlock," Lance muttered, glaring across the room at Chris. "Evil Chris, evil Chris."

"You sure talk a lot for a cat," Justin said, coming over to pet Lance's head.

"It's just too bad we can't understand what he's saying. You think he can understand us?"

"Probably. I mean, cats are really smart." Lance preened and Joey laughed.

"Why don't we worry about the toys and stuff first?" Justin suggested. "I mean, it's not like he's going to give us rabies or anything."

"MROW!" Lance screamed again, leaping for Chris's face. "You are *not* letting me get fixed you evil human!"

"SCOOP!" JC yelled. Lance stilled. "What did I tell you about using my friends as scratching posts?"

"Sorry," Lance muttered, going over and rubbing against JC's leg in an attempt to pacify his friend... well, his owner now.

"Suck up," Chris said. "Your damn cat just tried to claw my eyes out!"

"Do you blame him?" Joey asked. "I mean, you'd be pretty pissed if I talked about wanting to cut off your dick, too!" JC laughed and picked up Lance.

"Well, Scoop, methinks you have found an advocate in Joey here."

"Who's going shopping?" Justin spoke up. "I mean, he kinds needs to get fed sometime tonight."

"Chris, bring me one of Korea's collars. And a leash. Scoop is coming with us. And Korea's smaller than Busta, so Scoop might be able to fit into one of her collars." Chris looked at JC oddly but complied. Lance just stood there and let JC put a collar on him.

"JC is kinky," Lance thought to himself. "Memory stored."

"Come on, Scoop," JC said, gently tugging on Lance's new collar. Lance sighed and trailed after his new owner.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to The Eyes of the Cat Chapter 9 As JC closed the door of the suite on the mysterious woman, he caught sight of Chris looking at him in disbelief. "What?" "You are seriously going to keep that cat around, even with Busta and Korea being on tour with us?" "Well, I can't give this cat back now. And I'm not going to just abandon it." Thank heavens for small favors, Lance thought, getting more comfortable in JC's arms. This felt good. "But how are we going to keep the cat away from the dogs?" Justin asked. Chris raised an eyebrow. "Good question." "Does the cat have a tag?" Joey wanted to know. "Um, no," JC replied. "What's his name, then? If it's even a he," Joey said. Chris lifted up the cat's tail and took a peek, earning himself a hiss and a hard swat from Lance. "Keep your paws off!" Lance hissed. "It's a he." "I'm going to name him..." JC started, then thought. He studied the cat's eerie green eyes for a while, running names through his brain before one came to mind. "I'm naming him Scoop." Justin laughed and Lance meowed in appreciation. At least he wouldn't get confused. "Gee, I wonder why," Justin snickered." "Shut up." "Make me." "HISS," said Lance, jumping out of JC's arms and going over to scratch Justin's leg. Justin howled in pain while Lance snickered. "I always wanted to do that." "SCOOP!" JC yelled, causing Lance to cringe. "Oops." JC stood over him, blue eyes cold. "Mrow?" Lance tried, giving JC a sad look with his big green eyes. JC sighed and softened his expression. "Justin is not a scratching post, understood?" JC scolded. Lance made his expression even sadder, so JC looked away. Lance pouted, so JC leaned down and picked up his new pet. "I think he needs some supplies," Joey said. "He needs food, toys, a bed, a litterbox, a collar, and most importantly, his shots," Chris told JC. "MROW!" Lance screamed, leaping from JC's arms and running over to Joey. He then proceeded to climb Joey's leg in terror at the word 'shots.' Joey laughed at the trembling scrap of fur now cradled in his arms. "Something tells me he doesn't want his shots." "No shit, Sherlock," Lance muttered, glaring across the room at Chris. "Evil Chris, evil Chris." "You sure talk a lot for a cat," Justin said, coming over to pet Lance's head. "Too bad you can't understand me." "It's just too bad we can't understand what he's saying. You think he can understand us?" "Duh," Lance said just as JC opened his mouth. "Probably. I mean, cats are really smart." Lance preened and Joey laughed. "He liked that." "I still say he needs his shots." "I'll shoot you," Lance threatened. "Why don't we worry about the toys and stuff first?" Justin suggested. "I mean, it's not like he's going to give us rabies or anything." "Oh, and JC..." "What, Chris?" "You may want to get Scoop fixed, too." "MROW!" Lance screamed again, leaping for Chris's face. "You are not letting me get fixed you evil human!" "SCOOP!" JC yelled. Lance stilled. "What did I tell you about using my friends as scratching posts?" "Sorry," Lance muttered, going over and rubbing against JC's leg in an attempt to pacify his friend... well, his owner now. "Suck up," Chris said. "Your damn cat just tried to claw my eyes out!" "Do you blame him?" Joey asked. "I mean, you'd be pretty pissed if I talked about wanting to cut off your dick, too!" JC laughed and picked up Lance. "Well, Scoop, methinks you have found an advocate in Joey here." "Joey likes me," Lance purred. "And I like you." "Who's going shopping?" Justin spoke up. "I mean, he kinds needs to get fed sometime tonight." "Chris, bring me one of Korea's collars. And a leash. Scoop is coming with us. And Korea's smaller than Busta, so Scoop might be able to fit into one of her collars." Chris looked at JC oddly but complied. Lance just stood there and let JC put a collar on him. "JC is kinky," Lance thought to himself. "Memory stored." "Come on, Scoop," JC said, gently tugging on Lance's new collar. Lance sighed and trailed after his new owner. "How humiliating."