#just the experience of having a cat decide he gon live at your house

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A while back you gave me a Whumpee, and now it's my turn to return the favour.

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When you leave your house in the morning, you find a person sleeping on your porch. He was probably seeking shelter during the stormy night.

As you approach the person, you notice that he is wearing a collar around his neck, his hair is dirty, and he is shivering, which is probably because the clothes he is wearing can hardly be called clothes.

It won't be long before you realize that Whumpee can't walk or use his hands because his previous owner broke them. It's not like Whumpee needs to walk or use his hands for anything.

Despite everything Whumpee has been through, he seems to have hope that you will be a good owner for him.

cw: pet whump; broken bones; enviormental whump.

…Caretaker opens the door. He doesn’t really say a thing, unsure if that would even be needed. The Pet stares at him, for a moment that is far too long, wide eyes trying to know what type of person Caretaker is. 

He must have decided he was a good one, because slowly, painfully so, the Pet crawls inside the house, using knees and arms as support as both his feet and hands appear to be damaged. 

The Pet leaves a trail of dirty and dampness on the path he made for himself leading to under Caretaker’s table. He seems to recognize that as a mistake, as he looks pitifully, beggingly, from the floor to Caretaker. 

 He just sighs, shakes his head and half smiles at the Pet, who apparently decided that he lives here now. If Caretaker’s years helping foster cats taught him anything, it is that it is pointless to resist. He chose the house and there is nothing Caretaker can do about it, other than maybe rehoming him after he recovers. That is, if the Pet is anything like a cat.

So, he closes the door and locks it. The Pet watches him with some concern and fear - but makes no mention of running or trying to escape, even if he flinches everytime a cupboard opens or closes, as the Caretaker prepares him a bowl of food. 

He places it on the floor, near the table, and the pet cowers and tries to shy away from him. Caretaker pretends not to notice, and walks into another room, trying to give the Pet some space. 

Later, he repeats that with some water, some more food and blankets for the night. Everytime he reaches to try and pet him, and once the night has come again, and another storm rages outside, the pet allows him to scratch his chin for a bit.

He made some progress. They got a new family member, a new home. Not a word was spoken that day.