You tuck your new little “friend” into his towel in your living room, making sure he was snug and warm. You still had absolutely no idea how to care for this thing, so you made a mental note to do some research the following day. You were just far enough from the living room to mostly block out the quiet huu-huus of the little thing, which were starting to piss you off. Homesick already? He didn’t even like his old home! He doesn’t even remember his old home! He remembers what little time he spent with his mother and nothing else. The label said he was a month old. There is absolutely no way he remembers anything of note. Whatever it was you could’ve done, it would have to wait for tomorrow morning.
DAY 1:
You wake up, go about your morning routine, and as you stepped on the bag of kibble you mistakenly bought you remember you had bought a fluffy. Praying it didn’t die or something over night, you dash into the living room to find the little guy had escaped your elaborate towel trap. After pacing around your kitchen you finally hear the little tip-tip-tip of his hooves, only to find that the little shit had well… shit, on your carpet!
You were starting to get more than you were bargaining for. These things were supposed to be for little girls, and yet this one’s just ruined your carpet! It seems he was trying to reach your pantry, and ended up scratching the wall with his little hooves. He seemed completely ignorant of the mess he had created, and on top of that had the nerve to just beg as soon as he saw you??? You were obviously ill-equipped to deal with these animals, but this one couldn’t go a whole day without shitting everywhere. You felt yourself begin to boil with rage, causing little Maple to falter and look hesitantly at you. This… thing needed to learn it’s place!
I would say to kick the lil shit outside until we finish cleaning, but he is in fact a fluffy and this would mostly likely kill him. we knew it was a fluffy and lowkey stupid so the mess is 20% our fault for not giving him a litter box, but 80% his for maximizing destruction and spread.
he also called us a dummy so he needs a bath with cold water before a stern talk about respect (and then an very minor apology to it for forgetting to put out the litterbox) also gotta feed it still
Not getting it a litterbox is a real dumb move, but i’m with the others; this little shit already saying he “deserves” things needs a starter lesson. Luckily, baths tend to traumatize fluffies early on, and we can test for Smarty syndrome at the same time.
