too many cats? impossible

@Zeronos

It was a slower day at the shelter for everyone. A lot of employees were getting sick, and the animals were more muted. It was just the winter season slump, and would pick back up soon, but for now? It was very low-key, and Milo was on lobby duty.

There was supposedly another, nicer reason for it being quieter. A lot of animals were being adopted with the holidays, and his coworkers seemed chipper. Milo just felt bitter, though. Some of those adopted animals would find their way back to them again, or worse. Families glorified the idea of a pet, but cringed away once they realized the animals actually had to be cared for seriously, and won't always be perfect. Disgusting. He wished he had the ability to provide for all of them, take away any chance of others hurting them, but he didn't and couldn't. Volunteering here, and making himself familiar and a friend to all the rats, was the closest he would get.

Anyway. Dull afternoon so far. He'd been working since the early morning, and for the most part, he'd just… played a game about cats on his phone, as well as lazily posting to his blog. The front area was empty aside from the occasional drifter. He didn't want to tempt fate, and he was usually fine spending time quietly- but he also was vaguely hoping something interesting would happen. Vaguely.

Milo tilted his head up at the entrance, a bright haired and eyed man who gave off a familiar feeling. The college student blinked slowly and put his phone down, quietly trying to pin down what that even meant, and listened to what the person was saying. He opened his mouth to speak in return, but. Stopped.

How many fucking cats even- this… this was literally the mobile game he'd been playing, brought to life. Was that a sign? If it was a sign telling him to tone it down, he definitely wouldn't, because this was great. Milo's lips twitched, the presence of all the fuzzy animals already sabotaging his casual grouchy expression.

Hadn't he heard gossip about something like this happening here before? Was this a regular occurrence, and inevitable for him to personally witness? He'd question that later. Needed to deal with the situation at hand.

A cat jumped into Milo's lap. He slipped his phone in his apron pocket, held the cat, and stood from the desk. He carefully walked around and over cats, and some of them made this difficult, attempting to rub up against him and trip up his stupid long legs. He grumbled a bit at them, and got through enough to approach the cat parade leader. Fae…? Was that the familiar feeling he was getting? It wasn't… exactly that, but…

His cat climbed up and perched precariously on his shoulder, enjoying the height (speaking of height, he didn't have to look down much to make eye contact with this guy). Milo crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well, that was casual. How many cats is this, exactly? I need to know for easier paperwork purposes, and for my own curiosity. There's no way I'm not getting details on all of this." He gestured to everything, because. Wow, buddy, wow. "You're staying, right? Not just ditching all these cats on me, but helping?" It didn't matter if Milo was in soft animal heaven or not, work was involved, too.