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Title: Why Demons are Better Pet Owners
Author: Tis a secret!
For: briebribeez
By: lady_match
Prompt: A little bit of humor
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, and two rather lovely kittens
A/N: This was modeled after my own kitten, who is black with white hairs all throughout his fur, whose name is Crowley and who wouldn't leave me alone the other night. I had this plot bunny be born, and thus it was written. Love to thank my beta, she knows who she is. I hope that you enjoy briebribeez! I hope that I did them justice!



Monday: After all it is the first day of the week

Crowley leaned back on the sofa, the stem of a wineglass held between his fingers as 'Fur Elise' played softly in the background. The demon was enjoying a peaceful night in.

A peaceful night that was getting ready to be ruined by a cheerful angel who had just given a sharp knock at his door and then let himself on in to Crowley's apartment.

"Good evening my dear Crowley." Aziraphale greeted the demon with a chipper tone.

A dark brow rose over yellow eyes as he looked over at the angel. "You seem…chipper. What'd you find? Another first edition of something I'm sure." The last was murmured under the demon's breath before he took a sip of wine.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes at the demon, "No, something better." He thrust the basket at Crowley, causing the demon to nearly spill his vintage. "Go on then look, I think you'll be pleased." He nodded with a large smile and moved to sit down on the other side of Crowley.

With a skeptical look tossed at the angel, Crowley curiously peered into the wicker basket. "Oh, you didn't." A look of pure displeasure crossed the demon's face and he wanted to groan, however Aziraphale spoke before he could.

"See, I just knew you'd think they were darling!" He reached in, pulling out one of the kittens from the basket. "Found them on the side of the road, couldn't let the poor dears live out there by themselves." He pulled the kitten close, letting it nuzzle underneath his chin.

The demon let out a soft grunt, raising a brow at the little black kitten that's head popped out of the basket. Slowly it canted its head to the side, seemingly studying the demon for a moment. "Still trying to make amends for Adam and Eve are you, angel?"

"What was that?" Aziraphale looked up from the purring little furball.

Crowley and the black kitten had a stare down.

Tuesday: Of course the day after Monday, weather is a bit chiller though

"Stop that will you?" For what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour Crowley scooped up the black kitten, thumping its bottom softly once and sat it back down. "The plants are not litter boxes!" He pointed towards the bathroom where the litter box was, in fact, kept.

He watched the little…monster as it scampered off. He knew demons that were far less scary than that little beast that was running amok in his home.

At least most of the demons he knew wouldn't piss in his plants.

How and why he'd let the angel talk him into keeping the thing was beyond him. It didn't even have a name.

Crowley honestly wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl.

"How hard can it be, and besides it'll only be for a little while," said Aziraphale as he held the kitten up and rubbed his nose against its. "It might do you some good to have some live company."

"My plants are alive, thank you." Crowley gave the angel another look, taking his eyes off the black terror for only a moment. "Why do I get the black one and you get the white one?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The angel raised a brow over at the demon.

"I suppose…"

Aziraphale lifted a finely manicured hand and brushed the demon off with a slight flick of his wrist before his attention turned back to the kitten.

"Right."

Crowley and the black kitten continued their stare down.

The sound of dirt hitting the floor caught Crowley's attention and with a groan he grabbed the kitten up once again.

Wednesday: The terror continues, temperatures drop even more

Crowley liked sleep and so far this week had been rough on the demon. So as he lay in bed deep within slumber he did not think about the black terror or what it could possibly be doing that it hadn't already done.

The place between sleep and full consciousness was the place that Crowley liked the best. It was warm sleep, or so he'd heard it called once before by a one legged man who'd sat next to him at a pub after World War II. Then again Crowley and the man had been so drunk that Crowley would've probably believed anything the man had chosen to tell him.

It was during this state of sleep that senses, demonic and otherwise, seemed strangely acute. So at the moment the black terror jumped upon his chest, Crowley shot up with a yelp, causing the furry beast to fall off the bed.

Wide eyes glanced around the apartment bedroom and for a moment, Crowley wondered for a brief moment if something else had gotten into his apartment.

When he heard the soft meow coming from underneath his bed, he let out a sigh and pushed the covers the rest of the way off.

Kneeling down beside his bed, he looked underneath and found the kitten pressed up against the wall near his headboard.

"Come on now, I didn't mean to startle you. Although, you started it." He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers at the cat.

It took a few moments, but after the cat was sure that Crowley wasn't going to intentionally harm it, it slowly slunk out and sniffed at his fingers.

"That's it, come on. Let's get you some food." He picked up the kitten, patting it on top of the head as he plodded to the kitchen.

He let out a soft groan as his eyes fell upon his drooping plants, and the dirt scattered all over the floor.

Thursday: Terror slowly fading, clear skies are on the horizon

Crowley lay stretched out on his couch, book in hand and with the kitten, who'd now been dubbed Ebony, curled up under his chin purring softly. As he turned the page, a sharp knock came at the door once again.

A soft meow came from Ebony as she jumped off his chest and to the floor. Slowly Crowley set up as Aziraphale came in, his features paler than normal.

Crowley raised a brow as he held out the white kitten by the scruff of the neck. "What's the matter?" He eyed the angel as he sat down the kitten, and shooed it away.

"It's terrible!" He all but wailed, "It's tore up books, my sheers at the shop, and at my home are torn to shreds. It's even started in on that lovely French settee that I…" The angel blushed softly, "Acquired some years ago. It's picked it, Crowley! Picked it to shreds!" His arms flew up, and he pouted slightly at the demon. "You don't even want to know what it's peed on."

It was then that Aziraphale noticed a change in Crowley's house. His eyes slid over the wilted plants, and then to the various cat toys strewn across the floor. And as he heard the soft jingle of a bell, he looked down to see little Ebony wearing a collar.

"You've taken to it?" Aziraphale eyed Ebony for a moment, and then looked back at Crowley.

Letting out a sigh, Crowley shut his book and sat it on the coffee table. "I have, and her name is Ebony."

"You've named it?"

"You were the one who said I should have live company wasn't it? Not my fault you don't get on with yours."

Aziraphale worried his bottom lip with his teeth. "Can you help me, with it?" He ground out, causing the demon to smirk.

Friday: The last day, and terror has begun yet again! Cloudy skies with scattered thunderstorms are to be expected

Ebony and Crowley stared at the little white kitten as he tore at the leg of Aziraphale's trousers, and the angel swore.

Both appeared to be wearing a grin.


Happy Holidays, briebribeez, from your Secret Author!