Stray Cat (Xavier)

A/N: I am very slowly getting through mini fic prompts

“Here kitty kitty!” I call out to a cat I’d spotted wandering while on my way home for the evening. Having gone into the city for the day, most of my time was occupied by various meetings aside from the brief time I’d had to get lunch quickly with Juliette before we parted ways. The cat does not move from its spot and ignores me. Quietly I look in my bag to see if I have anything that could entice it, unfortunately I don’t seem to, as I don’t think a cat would be interested in dog treats or a classified dossier. “Come here kitty.” I say to the cat again and it at least looks over at me briefly this time, allowing me to notice it has no collar or tags. It must be a stray then, perhaps it came over from Sentential by accident. “If it’s a stray I should probably bring it to a shelter.” I mutter to myself, crouching down to place my bag on the ground and give myself some time to think while watching the cat. Calling out to it doesn’t seem to get its attention for long enough, and I don’t have any food with me, at least for cats. Digging through my bag I do find a spare piece of paper to crumple up and offer the cat, which seems to amuse it. Batting it around it’s preoccupied enough that I’m able to get close to it and with the help of a bit of magic manage to get ahold of it before putting it to sleep. A sleeping stray cat is much less likely to scratch my eyes out as I walk to the shelter. Thankfully there’s one not too far from the alley near the gates where I found it and after talking to the receptionist they take the stray to make sure it receives the proper care and will hopefully be able to be adopted in due time. With that unexpected task done I set off on my route home again, passing through the gates of Daggerfall and following the road until the house is in view once again, no different than when I’d left this morning. The old wooden swing tied to a tree branch moves slowly back and forth in the breeze and the front door is ever so slightly ajar. From an open kitchen window I hear happy barking and my mother say with a sigh that “fine, you can have one more piece- but only one!” Whatever it is she’s making smells delicious per usual, if only I had leftovers of that earlier in the day- it would have made dealing with that stray cat so much easier.