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Not a x reader, just hank and cats

Animals are rare in Nevada, or anything that isn't a grunt or a cockroach. Since the madness started it seems like any form of an actual insects or animal seemed to vanish into thin air but thats a mystery for another time.

As the iron filled air blow through the wind, as the infamous killer of Nevada chopped of a head of an agent with his chainsaw, he noticed something in the corner of his eye, it looked like a tail? He tilted his head in curiosity, dropping the chainsaw and slowly approaching the tail. He almost got there but it ran away before he got any closer. He looked down in sadness before feeling something brush up against him.

A gray tabby cat! It has the resemblance of a grunt, but cat regular legs in the back, floating paws in front and cross on its face with cat ears.

His body lit up and joy before crouching down, and putting its hand out for the cat to sniff and head against, giving him the sign it's friendly with him. Hank pet the cat, scratched its head and pat its belly. His expression wasn't scene but hank was in pure glee as he enjoyed his time with the cat.

Then the cat crawled in his lap and by cat law, you cannot move from the spot until the cat moves first.

'This is my life now.' Hank though to themselves, not really having a problem with it.

"Tell me again why you couldn't move from your location Wimbleton?" Doc said, agitated by the fact hank stayed in a ware house for 4 hours.

"Cat." He simply said.

I'm sorry things have been taking so long, life hates me with a passion, but I promise more stuff guys.

-grey