Fourth floor common room, early Saturday afternoon

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was in the kitchen making up some grilled cheese sandwiches and mac and cheese. The plan for the afternoon was to take advantage of the no death threatening events or weirdness and camp out in front of the tv and see if there was a bad movie he could watch and heckle. With food of course.

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Chad nodded. "Yup. He likes spinach, too."

Clearly, Chad didn't have too much concern for any adverse effects that a diet like this might have on his cat. Odds were that if they did do anything to his system, well, Prince Oscar Pedro almost always just slept it off. He slept a lot of things off. Chad just lightly scritched the kitten's neck, just for a bit, to not distract him from the food.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hunter pretty much turns his nose up at anything that's not meat. Or dairy. Or potato chips." Dean paused, then shrugged. "Okay, he turns his nose up at vegetables."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Any worry that might have eventually manifested in Chad's head regarding his cat's diet were completely obliterated at the mention of potato chips, but he grunted, nodding with understanding. "Is Hunter still a kitten, or is he an older cat?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"He's about one now, I guess. It'll be one year since I got him soon and he was a tiny kitten then. So... adolescent kitten, I guess?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded a little. "Probably has some pretty developed tastes by now, then. An' the name probably influenced it a bit, too. I mean, can't get Neko-kun here to stay away from sushi..."

Forget the fact that, yes, it was still fish, but that rice couldn't be good for him.