(Dadzawa) I'm not a cat! (Cat quirk reader)

3: Oh look! A cat!

"Not hungry?" The hero questioned as he put the treats away, "I wonder what you want from me then."

Some quirk advice would be nice. I still didn't know how to turn back. Would I have clothes on in that case? That would mean I could duplicate clothes... I could get rich that way...!

As I sat thinking (totally not getting distracted again), suddenly a hand placed itself on my head.
For a second I was surprised. I froze up in a panic. What to do? What to do?

The hand ruffled my fur slightly and I calmed down. It wasn't harming me...
Still I tried to get it away, uncomfortable with it. Sure, it wasn't uncomfortable, but the idea was... weird.

I should head home now. I could find clothes and put them on after I turned back. Good idea? Yes, very good idea. Thanks, I thought of it myself. I'm proud of you. Great, then at least someone is.

Without warning I got up and started walking away. My leg still hurt, but I think the hero saw my slight limp.
He got up and now I panicked. What if he'd take me to the hospital??

Oh wait...
I... I'm gonna say it again, I'm a cat!
He'd take me to the vet at most, and he'd have to pay the ridiculous vet bills himself! Hah! I never liked the hero, he's too grumpy.
Still though, the vet wasn't where I wanted to be right now, at all!

Quickly I took off in a run, knowing I just wanted to get home. My sprint was cut short when my neck got caught. My skin crawled as my paws numbed. What the... I got lifted up and placed into two arms tightly.

"You're mine now." Erasurehead mumbled, "Until you're healed up anyway."

My thought process while I tried to struggle out of the Hero's grip went much like this:
'Haha! Humourless fucking laugh! Dickhead! Let me go! Nooooooooo don't take me!! This is kidnapping!'

Struggling didn't help at all, the arms held me in place. After a while I calmed down. We were getting closer to my home anyway, so why bother trying anymore.

Erasurehead walked into an apartment building and walked up the stairs. With one hand he managed to grab me and unlocked the door. I tried to claw myself away, but the hero put me inside quickly, pushing another cat inside as well before closing the door.

"There we go."

"Meow." A cat stood looking at me curiously. It was red, or orange... with a pink nose and grey eyes. It gave me a curious look as though asking me wether I'd eat it or not.

I looked from the other cat, back to erasurehead. My glare must have been clear because Erasurehead held up his hands. "It's for your own good. It's time for dinner."

"Finally!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the cat talk.

"What the actually shit cakes!!"

"What, never talked to a cat before?" The cat put up their tail, swishing it with too much mocking graze.

"Don't fight!" Erasurehead said cautiously.
We weren't fighting... we must sound angry.

The other cat walked passed me, it's thick tail rubbing past my face before it disappeared in another room.