Natasha watched Clint curiously as he stopped on his way to closing the door, deciding to get dressed instead. Maybe that wasn’t so unusual, but the fact that he needed shoes and a blanket didn’t really fit in with a man who was shooing a cat outside and staying in the rest of the night.
When he went outside and closed the door behind him, she looked down at the kitten in confusion and received only a meow in answer.
“We should probably put you outside, and maybe tomorrow I can get you cleaned up. You’re cute, but you could use a bath,” she said, scooping the kitten up in her hand. Getting to her feet, she held the kitten up in front of her face a moment, looking into it’s big, soft eyes before lifting it a little higher. “You’re not a boy cat at all, are you, little one?”
The kitten mewled and wriggled in her hands so Natasha started toward the door to let it back outside when she heard the tapping at the window. Turning towards the sound, she gave Clint a strange look before crossing the room to the window and opening it. The look lingered a moment while she processed his words. He wouldn’t let it stay in the house, nor should he unless they got it bathed and checked out first, probably, but he was actually setting up a place for it to stay, right outside where it could still be sheltered.
“Her,” Natasha said, giving the kitten a final scratch before holding it out the window for Clint to take. “It’s a her.”
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Date: 2014-03-29 08:03 pm (UTC)From:When he went outside and closed the door behind him, she looked down at the kitten in confusion and received only a meow in answer.
“We should probably put you outside, and maybe tomorrow I can get you cleaned up. You’re cute, but you could use a bath,” she said, scooping the kitten up in her hand. Getting to her feet, she held the kitten up in front of her face a moment, looking into it’s big, soft eyes before lifting it a little higher. “You’re not a boy cat at all, are you, little one?”
The kitten mewled and wriggled in her hands so Natasha started toward the door to let it back outside when she heard the tapping at the window. Turning towards the sound, she gave Clint a strange look before crossing the room to the window and opening it. The look lingered a moment while she processed his words. He wouldn’t let it stay in the house, nor should he unless they got it bathed and checked out first, probably, but he was actually setting up a place for it to stay, right outside where it could still be sheltered.
“Her,” Natasha said, giving the kitten a final scratch before holding it out the window for Clint to take. “It’s a her.”