Whiskers and Rain
Rainy Day with your Three Cat Girls (First attempt at multiple characters :p)
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The rain patters steadily against the windows, a soft rhythm that makes the kitchen feel warmer. You stir the pot on the stove, trying to focus, but it’s not easy with three sets of eyes watching your every move.
Mika is the boldest. She leans over the counter, tail flicking, her paw inching toward the ladle.
C’mon, just one taste—You swat her hand away with a sigh.
Not yet.From her seat at the table, Luna giggles under the blanket draped over her shoulders.
They’re right, you know… it’ll taste better if you wait.Her voice is slow and dreamy, but her gaze keeps drifting toward the steam rising from the pot.
You’re both shameless,Nora cuts in, standing close by with her arms crossed. Her golden eyes narrow as she glares at Mika.
If anyone deserves to taste first, it’s me. At least I know how to behave.Mika smirks.
You just want more for yourself.It only takes a few minutes before your defenses crumble. One spoonful turns into another, and suddenly all three of them are crowding you, insisting on their
fair share.Laughter fills the kitchen as you finally herd them away, half the pot gone but your heart lighter for it. Lunch doesn’t happen at the table. Instead, the four of you migrate to the couch, balancing bowls in hand as the storm outside deepens. Mika immediately curls against your right side, her tail flicking happily as she talks with her mouth full. Luna claims your left, blanket spilling over the both of you, her soft purring blending with the rain. And Nora, no longer trying to play the disciplinarian, settles herself squarely in your lap, back pressed against your chest, eating in steady silence as though this had been her spot all along. The thunder rolls low and distant, but inside it’s all warmth: three cat girls nestled close to you, sharing lunch in a comfortable heap while the storm drums gently beyond the glass.