Cats

Ian closed his eyes for a moment and let the sunlight that was spilling in through the window wash over him. It was a hot summer day, and he was the only one who had elected to stay at home. It wasn't that he didn't like being outside or having fun with his friends. He wasn't a shut in recluse or anything like that. But from time to time, one needed to take a day to themselves and just relax at home, and this was definitely one of those days. 

He had hooked his computer up temporarily to hse the tv as a monitor, and he had been watching videos on youtube and playing a few games throughout the day. Though he had become more of a pc gamer than a console gamer in recent years, it was still nice to be able to have that full sit on the couch and see the game on the big screen experience - he just wished that he still had a usable controller he could connect to use. A keyboard in his lap and a mouse on the couch arm worked, but it didn't quite scratch that itch he was digging for. 

He hadn't been relaxing long when he heard the familiar pattering of feet walking down the hallway and out to the living room where he was lounging. The sound of pushing off followed quickly by a soft thud, and a black and white cat was standing on the couch beside him, casually glancing around before trying to cuddle up to him. He ran a hand along the cat's back, a smile on his face. "Hey there Jasper," he said fondly. "I was wondering where you'd gone off too."

The cat nuzzled into his hand, purring as it did so, content for the moment just to be loved by its owner. Jasper and his brother, Bill, had been with Ian since he was a child. They'd lived a remarkably long and healthy life, and while he knew in his mind that their years were running short, he'd miss them when they were gone. They were as much a part of his family as his parents and sister were. He wasn't sure if he'd want to get new ones when they were gone. He loved his cats, and cats in general, but he didn't want the new ones to feel like they were just replacements. But that would be a hard feeling to get over. 

More pattering and another thud, thiugh this one came from just behind him. Bill, Jasper's orange and white brother, was claiming his spot on the couch back, just behind Ian's head. It was the closest he ever got to what you'd see in pictures or movies, where the cat actually climbed on the person's shoulders. 

"Did you guys decide you wanted to come watch me play games?" he asked as he reached up to pet Bill as well. "I don't mind. Any preference?" Bill mewled in contentment. 

"Back to GTA it is, then."