A little calico kitten.

A wet, dirty, little calico kitten. 

It didn't help that it was cold out. 

"Come on little guy. Let's go get you clean up. Huh?" you said softly.

The kitten just looked at you, like "No. I rather stay like this."

  Picking up the kitten, you noticed that the kitten was a male. A male calico was indeed EXTREMELY rare creature. Something to do with the chromosomes.

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Hell.

  The moment you walked threw the door, and got the kitten clean, fed, and warm. It's been nothing, but hell. The kitten turned out to be the devil with an adorable face.

Actually having a moment of peace, you sat down on the couch, closing your eyes.

Bing!

You looked at your cell phone on the coffee table. Grabbing it, you saw a message.

Nat: Gotta leave for a few days. Txt you when I get back.

Groaning, you realized that you were going to be suck with the kitten. 

Alone.

  The plan for the weekend was to find a home for the kitten. The building landlord didn't really care for cats. But since Natasha had to go away. 

You were suck in a three day hell.

With the devil.

Pausing, you realized it was quiet.

Too quiet.

Suddenly the sound of glass breaking, killed your last nerve. 

Quickly, getting up, you ran to the kitchen when you heard a cry of pain.

  There in the kitchen floor was a broken glass and a small puddle of blood. The kitten was licking at his paw, which bled on the floor.

"Nice going, Genius." You said, getting the broom and dust pan.

He looked at you, glaring. 

  Genius was the nickname you gave him the moment he stepped out of the bathtub. He jumped on the counter right after he got out of the bath. He ended up dumping some of the left-over soup, that you had the night before, which you forgot to dump out the next morning before work.

Meaning he had to get another bath.

Picking up the kitten, "Genius is just going to have to be your name, for now on. Huh?"

Taking him to the bathroom, you wrapped up his paw.

  "What in the world were you trying to do?"  You asked, holding him, as you went back to the kitchen to clean up the blood.

"Meow." Genius simply, said. 

  "Well, next time. DON'T." You glared at him, as you and Genius went back to the living-room, and sat on the couch.

"So. What to watch." You muttered, flipping through the channels.

Genius limped his way up to your chest. Laying down on your breasts, he fell asleep.

"Pervert." You said, looking at him, rolling your (e/c) eyes.

  Slowly, but surely. Genius wormed his way into your heart, over the weekend. Genius started catching to the mice in the building, so your landlord allowed for him to stay. Nat, of course, wasn't surprise that you kept the little calico kitten.