Five Moments With A Cat And One With Cats - Chapter 4 Fourth Momen

After the bread incident, Charles and Sir decided that they were going to have to keep up all the food that the cat might eat.

They definitely did not want him getting sick.

So they put all their food up and would put just a little bit more food in Knightgale’s bowl so that he wouldn’t even try to eat their food or food that might make him sick.

Knightgale was tame enough that Charles thought it might be a good idea to let the cat wander outside. They had a fence so Knightgale wouldn’t be able to get out.

“Charles, I don’t think this is the best idea,” Sir voiced his concern, standing in front of the door, stopping Charles from going out it.

“And why not, Sir?” Charles asked, with an angry expression on his face.

“What if he runs away?”

“We have a fence,” Charles said, throwing his hands in the air, “It’s not like Knightgale is going to be able to run away.”

“Fine! Let the cat out and see how it turns out,” Sir said, stomping upstairs.

Charles sighed, he knew that he was going to have to go up and talk with him. But before he did he let the cat out. Knightgale stayed on the porch, looking out to the grass. He meowed as if he was confused by it.

Then he walked off the porch.

Charles shut the front door and made his way upstairs. He knocked before opening the door and saw that Sir was sat in a chair reading a book. He had an angry look on his face.

Charles walked up to him.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Charles said. He took the book from Sir’s hands and put it on the bedside table. He grabbed Sir’s hand and pulled him up.

“It’s okay, Charles,” he said, allowing Charles to drag him to the bed.

“I’m going to cuddle you until you aren’t mad anymore,” Charles said, climbing onto the bed.

And they did cuddle. Until they feel asleep.

Charles woke up to scratching coming from the door. He rushed downstairs to let Knightgale in. He took the cat up to their bed to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, the cat jumped from his arms and started heaving.

“Sir! Knightgale got sick!” Charles shouted. Sir come bolting down the stairs less than a minute later.

“Do you know why he got sick?” Sir asked, picking up Knightgale and hugging him tightly.

“No, but I’m going to clean it up and go back to sleep,” Charles said, yawning.

“Okay, I’ll be there with the cat,” Sir said, kissing Charles and heading up.

Two minutes later, Charles was walking up the stairs.

“It was probably because of the grass,” Charles mumbled, climbing under the covers.

Knightgale meowed as if to answer Charles.