What One Should Never Do for a Stray Cat

By: LilyGinnyBlack

Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara; not the characters, setting, or plot. Copyright is to Peach-Pit.

A/N: Hello everyone. :D This is my first Shugo Chara fanfic, so it might not be all that good. But, these first three opening lines were bugging me since yesterday...so I typed this up. It's short, but I think it encompasses everything that I want it to. I hope you all give this a chance and enjoy it. :)

You know what they say about stray cats:

1. Never feed them food, because then they'll just come back asking for more and

2. Never let them in your house, because then they'll never go away

Why didn't I listen to these two very important, so very essential, pieces of advice?

Maybe because I never thought I'd come across a stray cat. Or maybe because I never thought I'd be stupid enough to fall victim to tricks that everyone knows. Those eyes looking at you with need, and those ears twitching at the slightest distrubance.

But, here I am now, sprawled across my bed, with my stray cat curled up beneath the sheets. His chest rising and falling oh so slightly while in his deep slumber, and his nose twitching every once and a while when the breeze drifts in from the opened blacony.

My stray cats entrance into my home, the place were he wanders to when he injures himself. A slash across his cheeks or the pain of loneliness in his shinning orbs, bright from the moonlight. Always at night, he never creeps in during the daylight, he must be guided by the light of the moon.

He always ventures in with the anticipation of tasting something sweet. The rush of suger through his veins or perhaps the slow infection of a chocolate overdose. It doesn't matter what kind of candy or sweet, just so long as he gets his rush. And sometimes he even desires a cherry or a strawberry, but I'm reluctant to go so far for him.

I gave him a taste though and, just like the sayings go, he keeps coming back for more.

I gave him a warm bed to shelter him from the icy nights and, just like the sayings go, he now seems to see this as his home.

As my eyes examine his dark hair and gentle face (for my body cannot draw up the courage to touch him), I realize that I don't mind that I gave him food and a place to call home. After all, those guidelines were created for an animal. Not a human.

You can love an animal. But, you can fall in love with a human.

And I've found that I've done just that.

A/N: I hope you all liked it and please tell me what you think of it in a review. :-)

-LilyGinnyBlack-