"Your name shall be Mister Struggles." Arttie told the dark furred cat, the one she gotten many scratched and bites from. She also noticed the scars on his body too, and seem in a prissy mood ever sense they let them out the box in Arttie's room. Oswin watched his sister as the cat let out a depression and hopefully last hiss as he held the black fluffy cat, he didn't know much about cat breeds but this one seems to catch too much attention. He held it, gently scratching under his chin as the white fluffy cat, the most expensive looking one from the box kept yowling at him. 

"MREOWWWW!" The white cat yowls almost a hundred times and his tail flickers behind him before reaching up, pawing at Oswin's dark shorts, nails clinging to the fabric for moments.

The black cat ignored him, turning his back to the white cat and completely content with Oswin's arms. He was the more content one besides the weird dark green cat, the brown short-haired next to her with a fluffy tail and another black cat with soft and long hair with a pink nose too. They lay on the bed as Oswin kept holding the black cat in his arms.

"That's not a name Artie," Oswin says as he adjusted his hold on the cat in his arms. "That's a lifestyle."

Mister Struggles yowls as Arttie pulled him close to her chest and his tail flickers in irritation as he was held like some toy in this girl's arms. "But he looks like a Mister Struggles." She whines a bit as she holds the cat closer and he lets out a defeated meow but his tail kept flickering. Arttie's eyes shine as she watched the slivery-white cat play with a cat toy, or at least kept licking it, a small panda toy within his hands that he refused to let any of the other cat's touch. Then noticed the orange tabby, or at least orangish-pink? He was moving everywhere, on the bed then to Barbie's little shitty dream house then on Arttie's dresser. Once he landed on the dresser near the brown cat, she hissed and her heckles went up before calming down as the orange tabby rushed off and back on the bed, rolling on it.

"His name shall be Peaches." Arttie says pointing to the cat that was hyper and he meows as his new name was given. 

"He's not even that shade of pink." Oswin complains as Arttie ignores him again. He rolled his eyes at his sister's excitement as she pulled the covers up, dropping Mister Struggles on the bed and the cat lays there with his tail flickering. Arttie smiles seeing the dark cat with an odd coloring across his nose. He flinched being caught and didn't fight as Arttie held him in her arms. 

"This is Macha." She declared and Oswin watched as the cat meows, his eyes staring up at Arttie's face and gently paws against her chin.

"He isn't even green." He rolled his eyes as he looked at the cat in his own arms, he looked over him and gently itched under his chin and the cat purred silently as his luscious tail swung back and forth happily. He was content in his arms for sure, and happily away from the white cat that still meows at him, pawing at Oswin's leg. "Looks like you have an admirer." Oswin chuckled as the cat looked annoyed from even looking or hearing the white cat.

"You can name that one," Arttie said as she held Macha who kept laying in her arms like a limp toy almost. "He looks tired." The cat in Oswin's arms let out a content meow as if he was agreeing with Arttie.

"Oh?" Oswin looked at the cat and nothing, no cute name, no cute idea or anything remarkable stood out besides his fluffy fur, the cat meows softly, pawing at his shirt and opening his eyes to look at him. "He seems affectionate."

"Yeah, he totally is, but he also seems to be avoiding the white kitty." Arttie said as she plops Macha on the bed and the poor thing runs back under the bed and hides there, watching.  She giggles as her eyes locked onto her next victim, the calico cat and that one was just in her arms, looking bored actually.

"Uh.." Oswin looked at the cat in his arms before he said, "Moonshine?" The cat tilts his head as it seems to understand the name and seem okay with it. That's all it took and the cat in Arttie's arms seem even more content.

"You shall be named Sherlock." Arttie said holding up the calico cat who meows loudly and pawing at her hand gently. The white cat stopped meowing for Moonshine and began hackling, almost like a laugh as it turns to his new victim, Sherlock. 

"He sounds sick," Oswin says.

The cat cranes his neck to the boy, eyes wide and almost appalled from what he heard. Oswin shakes his head as he places Moonshine on the dresser to sit and he does, his tail flickering beside him. Oswin looked to the other cats, especially the pink one playing with his own paws it seems, He looked kind of dumb too, so he pointed at him, "He should be Peaches, he seems sweet but dumb," There were a hackling laugh from the pure brown kitty, one of the girls. 

"Her name shall be..." Arttie's face was suddenly in front of the brown kitty as the girl cat hissed and her tail going back with hackles, "Kitty!" The cat seems to deflate and honestly looked offended but Oswin shakes his own head at his sister's name ranging from people's life choices such as struggling which was honestly their brother, to name calling now a literal name for an animal. 

"What an original idea, Athena." Oswin rolled his eyes and shook his head at his sister. He looked to the third to last. He bends down, looking at the short tail grey color cat with odd color eyes, can cats have purple eyes? Oswin watched him paw at the panda toy between his cute paws. He bends down and gently itches behind the cat's ear and the vibrations of his purring. 

"You can name him." Arttie says as she held up the other female cat with a dark green tint and her tail flickers out annoyed. Her name? Patchy.

"Okay then, how about..." Oswin watched the cat as he fiddled with the toy. Nothing was coming to mind, and now he regrets complaining about Arttie's way of naming.

"Woof."

Oswin flinched hearing the sound, raspy and clear. It was defiantly not the sound that a cat should make. 

"Woof, woof."

"Holy shit-" Oswin whispered as Arttie chimes, "Swear."

"He can't meow, what the heck." Oswin said as he looked at the cat holding the panda toy.

"Maybe he's dumb?" Arttie added another chime in as Oswin shakes his head at her. "Or raised by dogs?"

"I'll call him Wilbur." Wilbur's ears perked up at the name and goes back to focusing on the toy. 

"Why Wilbur?" Arttie asked as she moved sitting on the bed with Sherlock in her arms, and held him forcefully in her lap, hands moving to gently pet him and his fur. 

"Wilbur was smart, a crybaby but cool in Charlotte's web," Oswin reasons with a shrug as Arttie makes a face of understanding. "Besides, some of the cats need a real name."

"Hey! Mister Struggles and Sherlock are names," Arttie complains to her brother. "You're just not creative."

"You named a cat Matcha and grumpy," Oswin shoots back with a frown to his sister as he heard the front door open and shut. "Wilbur is a step up."

"You're a step up." Arttie huffed as the both stared each other down; one pouting and the other feeling a headache coming on.

"I'm home!" Their brother's voice echos in the house making the cats even stop moving. "What's with this wet cardboard box?" [M/N]'s question was met with silence. Oswin cracked the door and peeked through with Arttie, they could hear the muffle sounds of grocery bags shuffling downstairs. There was nothing to muffle it but they could hear their brother grumble and put things away and the cabinets opening and closing. 

"I thought you threw it away." Oswin hissed to his sister who refused to meet his gaze, "Athena!"

"I forgot! I saw the kitties and got too excited." she said as she looked at her brother with a pout.

They argued by the crack of the door and didn't see a white kitty slip out past them; the white cat's tiny paws lightly thumped on the wooden floor. They were all dumped in the room and the door closed, and never saw outside of the box. So far, Gojo was less than impressed. Sure, it was a pretty big house and had nice wooden floors and nice furniture but the items themselves were old as hell. The smell of dust, old perfume and old person smell. The white cat followed the sound of the new person, expecting a parent or their father but not a young man. He stared down from the stairs of the man's movement. 

No curse energy.

His eyes, even his six eyes couldn't get used to this situation and his limitless was barely holding on to the usual protective bubble. Sure, he was Satoru Gojo, with mad skill and badass technique but this place was not like home. No curses, no curse energy and barely curse energy to spare. Sure, if felt good to have pressure off the brain, to not travel nonstop practically to destroy and kill curses, hell if it weren't for the fur and his best friend rising from the dead unharmed this could have been a lovely vacation.

"Where are those kids?" He ears and he slowly looked down the wooden stairs, the front door closed and he slowly moved down them, Satoru grins to himself as he managed to get down them without much trouble. He sniffed the air, admiring his new catlike senses and follows the new scent. Different from the kids and the girl's room; less sugary and less dusty. 

Satoru peered around the corner and peeked in to see into the kitchen slowly moving and shivers feeling his toe beans touch the cold floor. His tail flickers behind him as his ears perked up as he saw and his eyes widen behind the thick shades that he refused to have taken off by the children. 

There stood a man, he was putting groceries away and throwing plastic bags into one bigger one. He was tall, probably due to Satoru being very small but everyone to Satoru was small anyway. He had [H/C] hair and [E/C] eyes, it looked like that shade and wore very casual clothes. Bold difference from Satoru clothes and taste, though he rarely had time to wear them anyway.

He smelled nice too; like bread and spices. Then the soft growl came from his stomach and Satoru perked up.

Time to beg, I'm good at that

Slowly Satoru licked his pristine white fur to make sure he looked good. He shakes his body a bit to fluffy up with the air and movement. Satoru slowly moved; his head moved up as the man was turned around to put something on the counter. Satoru moved and he sat down, tail around his own legs as he purred, opening his mouth to let out the simply most gorgeous meow when the air glimmers and Satoru stops. His front paw stopping from tugging at the man's jeans with his claws.

He stared at the air as his eyes attempted narrow at the air beside the man. His lips curled into a snarl; it had to be a curse.

Yet his eyes couldn't fixate on them, couldn't see the curse and the less atmosphereic of what curses being, the stain of it. He narrows his eyes and even flicking his head up, his shades moving up as his intense blue eyes stared and finally shape was coming together.

It wasn't a curse, it was human, not something like Mahito or Choso.

" Eddie, stop pawing my shoulder for attention." Satoru perked hearing the man talk, soft but firm.  " I have to get dinner started and the kids need their clothes washed. I don't have time for you."

Can he see him? If I can't see him, we'll and he can then...maybe he has some form of curse energy related to this world? I mean it's possible but kind of refreshing.

For once it wasn't on Satoru's shoulders to face anomaly that could rip the balance of how people live, no one to badger him, order him and cry to him about the bad. However, his curiosity was peeked.

Maybe that's why curiosity killed the cat?

His ears flickered as he heard over the sound of the man opening plastic.

" The kids, those little tykes, those little regrets, the little rapscallions." Eddie speaks as Satoru eyes narrow in the unimpressed way. Sure, he said kiddos or the occasional Rugrats to his older students.  " They brought something you adamantly said no to."

Said no? To cats? Oh, shit we're about to be thrown out.

" Let me guess," The man said as he moved to the cabinet and opened, his hands moving on and thumbed over the spices and took it out. Satoru watched the man move around the kitchen without sparing a glance to him. The ghost floated behind him as the man stepped around. " Oswin brought home a frog? Arttie came home with another girl's hat and possibly has lice again? They brought home a baby goat again?"

The ghost laughs; honey and homey with loud. One of those old money laughs.

" Oh, my dear," Eddie says as he shakes his head, he fixes his black tie around his neck and smiles crookedly with an amused gleam in his dark eyes. " Far worst."

" Oswin getting an F?" The man says as Satoru watched the man walk back, ignoring him and focused on the meat. He added pepper, salt, and some other spices that tickled his nose. " Arttie bought back another class pet?" he asked as he leaned behind him and started the oven, it clicked to a start as a blue flame came on. The man turns and placed a nice sliver pan on the stove and added a bit of cooking oil on the metal pan. " Or somehow manage to drain my savings account?"

He opens more stuff that Satoru couldn't see but smell. The cat's sense of smell was definitely more enhanced.

The sound of spoon hitting the bowl and more spices into the bowl.

" No, no, no," Eddie chuckled while shaking his head. His short black hair fell over and he slicked it back behind his ear. " In fact, the only rule you have, they brought in a box early ago. The one you complained." The ghost mused while looking at the broken-down box by the door to be taken out.

That ghost better shut his yap before I..

Satoru looked over his paws, fluffy white with perfect manicured claws hidden within them and pretty pink toe beans, soft as a baby's butt and smelled like heaven. He smelled himself and marveled that he didn't drink at all. But he missed his human body but could get used to what cat owners do.

They obsessed over cats like their babies.

He liked to be obsessed with it to some extent.

" Oh God it better not be another wolverine again." The man sighs ss he stops his movements and rubbed his eyes with his forearm and sighs.

" Why no, that was last year's rule. I meant the rule that always stands, as in no bringing in feline creatures." Eddie says. The man stops his movements and he sighs loudly, leaning on the counter as he held his head in his hands. Eddie laughs and he leans over his arm shaking around the man's shoulders and he leans. " Don't be so upset my dearest, the children merely need a strong talking to about bringing in such furry creatures within our domain."

Satoru bristled a bit and stared daggers at the ghost. He's fanning the flame; I don't care if his face or blood-bath get kicked outside. I for one is above being some alley cat!

" Cats? Cats of all fucking animals and it's them?" He said as he groans into his hand, as Satoru make an appalled face with his fluffy face. It wasn't my first choice either buddy

" My dear, cursing is unbecoming," Eddie scolded lightly with a hum. " Perhaps the shelter could take these strays?"

That's it, time to turn on the charm

Satoru fixed himself, licking his fur a bit as he fluffed himself up and nodded his head. Shades down back over his intense blue eyes. He licked his lips with his cute pink tongue before he let out a tiny yet softest meow he could manage.

"Mew~"

The man flinched and he slowly, turning his head as Eddie stared at the cat unhappily, the yern to throw it out for making his beloved one upset hard. The man didn't move as the sound of oil flickering in the background and slowly, he noticed the type of cat he didn't expect.

" Holy shit is that a Ragdoll?"

+++++

" Kids?"

There's a knock on the door and Arttie grabbed the first few cats and Oswin panicked opening the window to the sound of rain falling outside. The door opens with a loud creak as [M/N] watched the two as the other cats watched the children who held their friends and Geto, about to throw them out the window it seemed.

" First put the cats down and closed the window." [M/N] mused as he looked at the two and the poor cats collected in Arttie's arms that squirmed. Oswin closed the window as Arttie placed the cats down and they scattered before seeing the car in [M/N] arms, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt and his tail flickering a bit.

" I-"
" Arttie-"

They both said as [M/N] raises a brow at the two as they scrambled for an excuse, a reason or probably pin the blame on each other. The cat in his arms paws at the button of his shirt as the siblings sigh together.

" We found them outside; I swear I was going to tell you." Arttie said as he fiddled with her long sleeve and Oswin rolled his eyes at his sister's bold lie. She wasn't going to tell their brother.

" Bold face liar." Oswin said before yelping when Arttie kicked his shin and huffed. " [M/N]!" He began as Arttie gaps at her brother with a glare.

" You started it fish-face!"
" You kicked me frog-licker!"
" That was one time! You're not any better, glue-eater!"
" One time! One time and you're stuck for life with it. But you're not any better Glue-sniffer!"

The two shouted their insults as [M/N] watched them with a sigh as even the cats listened to the two insult each other.

" You're making a mistake, dearest." Eddie's voice cooed from the door. " Simply too much cats."

The cats seemed to perk up, simultaneously turned their heads to the door where Eddie was. [M/N] ignored the weirdness of them, hell they all scream weird.

" Enough!" He cuts through with a firm grown as he looked at the two, cutting in and pushed them away from each other. Arttie and Oswin, despite their age difference would fight like wild animals and usually someone loses hair. "I am very upset that you went behind my back and that Eddie had to be the one to tell me."

"Eddie, you snitch!" Arttie shouted as [M/N] rolled his eyes at his sister as he held the white cat, the one he dares to name fondly as Charming. Like Prince Charming, since he was all cute in the kitchen and demanding such attention not to mention the breed, Ragdoll being one of the most expensive. 

"Hey, [M/N], what did you name the cat then?" Oswin asked as [M/N] perked up as he looked down at the fluffy white cat and he smiled just a bit.

"Charming." The white cat meows in agreement, he really is charming.

"Dang, I was going to call him the matrix." Arttie says as she moved, she collected the cat that had been staring at the wall, his eyes wide and gently clawing at her shirt as she held him. His eyes glanced around with an almost weary look as Arttie held him, "This one's name is mystery meat!" 

Mystery meat let's out a little whimper-y meow that [M/N] couldn't help but feel a bit bad. Probably an anxious cat, and he sighs as he held Charming close to him as he shakes his head.

"I'm going to name him Gatsby." [M/N] says looking at Mystery Meat who perks up at the name changed.

"That sounds gay." Arttie says as [M/N] shoots her a glare before shaking his head, "I can say it, I'm a kid and I have a gay brother." Arttie says confidently as she placed down Gatsby who scrambled back to the dresser corner and watched them wearily. 

"Now about these cats-" [M/N] began before he felt the loud purr from the cat in his arms, kneading into his sleeve a bit with his white paws and his pink toe beans, and his dark glasses flickered from the light of the bedroom. He chuckled a bit, "...I think we can live with these cats..theres only.." He saw how many and saw them all staring at him waiting. 

Weird-ass cats

"11 of them...? I mean I need to go back out but probably after dinner." [M/N] sighs as Arttie cheers and grabbed her favorite, Mister Struggles who yowls unhappily and attempted to push himself out of her arms, ripping her long-sleeves with unhappy yowls.

"Is that wise, my dearest bride?" Eddie asks from the other side of the door but [M/N] doesn't answer as he watched Arttie giggle in her delight of having these little pests.

Satoru keens when [M/N] itched under his chin while purring, his tail flickers behind him happily. He let out another cute meow as he looked up to the man.

"Told ya, you'll like me~" Satoru had purred out but came out as a meow to the humans. He could hear the groans around him but he didn't care, they all should be grateful.