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The cat is an accident.
It starts one morning when Derek’s taking out the trash, a beleaguered looking orange tabby missing one ear, meowing pitifully at a pile of sad scraps. The cat skitters away when the trashcan lid closes with a sudden bang, and then snarls at Derek after a moment in mock-aggressiveness.
“That’s not impressive when I saw you freaking out over this little noise only seconds before,” Derek admonishes the cat.
The cat makes a gesture that is so much like flipping him off Derek bursts out in laughter, surprising himself.
Derek comes back downstairs later with a tupperware full of cold cuts. “Hey, asshole cat,” Derek calls out, waiting.
The cat hisses at him, but blinks balefully up at Derek with bright brown eyes, tilting its head, considering.
Derek snorts, thinking about how the cat’s previous behavior reminded him probably a little too much of Stiles, right down to the freaking out about the noise and pretending that it hadn’t.
He tosses a piece of turkey in front of the cat, watching as the dirt-streaked fluffball tentatively inches forward, sniffing eagerly.
That’s how it starts. Derek isn’t quite sure how it went from him occasionally saying hi to the Asshole Cat (it’s not his pet, okay, he’s not naming the creature) and feeding it occasionally, to the cat living in Derek’s loft, sleeping in Derek’s bed like he owns the place.
Derek can probably pin it down to the night he finds the cat fighting with another stray cat in the alley behind the apartment building, nearly getting torn to shreds. He picks up Asshole Cat, grumbling about how he was constantly getting himself into trouble and drives him straight to Deaton’s.
Scott is down from college for the weekend and had happily places Asshole Cat’s leg in a cast and gives Derek medication and instructions for his care.
“I’m glad you got a pet, I was pretty worried about you in Beacon Hills with all of us gone,” Scott says. “What’s your little guy’s name?”
“He’s not my pet. He’s just some annoying cat that lives near my building. I just feed him sometimes,” Derek grumbles back.
The cat headbutts Scott’s arm and starts purring happily.
“Heh, he kind of looks like Stiles,” Scott says, rubbing the tabby’s head. “Same eyes, eh?”
“No,” Derek says.
The cat’s eyes are the same shade of brown, of course.
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