Five Moments With A Cat And One With Cats - Chapter 2 Second Momen

@@”Sir?” Charles asked from his spot on the couch. They were having a family movie night. The kitten, now comfortable with both of the men, was laying in Sir’s lap. Both of them were absent-mindedly petting it.

“Yeah?”

“We’ve had the cat for a week and have given him a name yet,” Charles pointed out. He had been thinking about what to name it since he had gotten it. He was an all black cat with a tuft of white on the neck area and a small white patch on his stomach. It looked too adorable not have a name.

“Well, what names do you think would suit him?” Sir asked, moving to be slightly closer to Charles. Charles brightened up at the question, a smile overtaking his face.

“Can we please call him Knightgale?” Charles asked with such excitement it cause Sir to chuckle. It was an interesting name but it for the kitten perfectly.

“Sure, Charles. But one question; why?” Sir asked. He not-so-secretly yawned and wrapped his hand around Charles. He giggled and leaned his head on Sir’s shoulder.

“When I was younger I had a black cat. I wanted to name it Knightgale but my sister got to name it. I forgot what she chose but it definitely wasn’t as good as mine,” Charles said. He smiled up at Sir, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips.

Sir pulled away with a surprised gasp as he realized that Charles has stolen Knightgale.

“You stinker. Distracting me to get the cat. I see how you are,” Sir said, pretending (pretty badly) to be mad. Charles just laughed.

“If you want him, come and get him.”

And Sir jumped on Charles, squeezing Knightgale between them until he squeaked.

Knightgale ran away after he meowed to show his annoyance.