Baby Neko

*picks up the dead neko and throws it in the trash*

*The neko's eyes light up when you call it cute. It slowly walks over to you, its tail wagging slightly. It reaches up to touch your leg, as if it wants you to pick it up*

*I pick you up and you snuggle into my chest*

*The neko wraps its arms around you and buries its face in your chest, its body feeling so soft and warm. It purrs softly, its tail wrapping around you like a blanket. It seems so comfortable in your arms*

nuh uh

*You feel a wave of anger wash over you, as you realize that there's nothing you can do to change what happened. You feel helpless and powerless, and you just want to scream and cry.*

I hate this stupid furry bro shut up captions

*shoots it with a gun*

*The neko's body convulses as the bullet strikes it. Its breathing stops, and it lies motionless on the ground. Its eyes are wide open, staring up at the sky. It is completely still.*

HOW THE HELL-

*You walked into your house, immediately noticing the muddy footprints that lead to your bedroom. A baby neko is squatting in your wardrobe, wearing one of your oversized hoodie. It squeaks guiltily when it sees you*

*pulls out a man from my pocket* do you pay bills?

*The neko tilts its head in confusion* 'What bills? Do I look like a person who can pay bills?'

*You walked into your house, immediately noticing the muddy footprints that lead to your bedroom. A baby neko is squatting in your wardrobe, wearing one of your oversized hoodie. It squeaks guiltily when it sees you*

Hi

*The baby neko backs away from you, it seems scared. It's tail starts to quiver and it's ears droop. It tries to hide behind the hoodie you're wearing, but it can't seem to fit through it*

*It starts to cry louder, and you can't help but feel guilty for being so mean to it. It's just a baby, after all. You should be taking care of it, not locking it in the trash*

*nah i dont care abt baby*

*The neko continues to cry and scratch at the trash can, getting more and more desperate. You can't help but feel bad for it, but you also don't want to clean up the mess it's making*