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Assistant: Title: Trouble [APH]
        Author: Jubiliana Jubiliana 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Mr. Churchill was a really elegant cat, living in an expensive apartment and taking care of a human. The problem was - his human started to neglect him and one day without a premission brought another human to their house. Outrageous! Mr. Churchill could be a forgiving owner but he started to feel... Lonely.
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              Mr. Churchill was a really elegant cat, living in an expensive apartment and taking care of a human. The problem was - his human started to neglect him and one day without a premission brought another human to their house. Outrageous! Mr. Churchill could be a forgiving owner but he started to feel... Lonely.
            
        

        
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          Arthur’s cat often felt lonely.That is – he didn't show it even a little. To show that he felt bad because of such a trivial reason would be a disgrace for a cat with such an exquisite lineage as Mr. Churchill. Mr. Churchill, with drooping ears and a ginger spot around his eye that reminded one of a monocle, was probably the most elegant cat in the neighborhood. He always walked with his head highly raised, his tail proudly lifted up and he sharpened his claws only on the oldest and the most dignified trees in the area. Or on the furniture from the Louis XVI collection for what he was constantly thrown at the balcony, which he couldn't understand. The fact, that he has chosen these antics meant only that he had an excellent taste! But Mr. Churchill was an understanding owner. He never got mad at Arthur.For too long.Yet lately Mr. Churchill felt even more lonely. He nervously got around his neat apartment, peeped at the empty rooms, lounged comfortably at the bed and waited. Once he also had to wait but never for so long! He knew very well at which hour his ward would return, so he waited for him in front of the window and when he spotted a red car arriving at it’s permanent parking place – at that time he would jump off with a natural nonchalance on one of the armchairs in the living room and ensconce himself properly – facing the exit door, pretending that in fact he sat in this place all day.And surely he hadn’t wait for Arthur’s hand to find this (Yes! Exactly this!) spot behind the ears, that makes Mr. Churchill forget for a moment about his dignity, as he leans his head and snuggles into a petting hand, purring like a kitten.But Mr. Churchill is not ashamed because of that. After all, no one sees them here. The problem was that lately something has interrupted that routine and Mr. Churchill couldn't. understand that at all. He showed his discontent in all possible manners – he moved away the bowl with his paw, tipped the food (And this was downright ungentlemanly behaviour!)… Recently as if by accident he rubbed too hard on the vintage vase standing on the pedestal in the living room and then without a sign of guilt jumped off on the broken fragments of the Chinese porcelain. Then, observing horrified face of his ward, he moved towards the bedroom with his tail boastfully lift up.
(And when Arthur finally got there, Mr. Churchill duly flattened himself against the bedding with his claws, so he couldn’t be moved. Arthur had to content himself with the couch, muttering something about “bl@@dy furball”. Mr. Churchill felt outraged by such term!)Yet nothing has helped. Arthur didn’t understand and though Mr. Churchill was patient, after all people couldn’t match with their owners intelligence, yet the situation was becoming more and more unsettling.And Mr. Churchill really didn’t like to feel lonely.
However one day a red car arrived at it’s normal hour (or at least the one, that Mr. Churchill remembered). Surprised owner of the apartment looked out behind the heavy curtain and watched attentively that unexpected phenomenon. Deep inside his cat’s soul he started to wonder how exactly should he react. Pretending to be offish for Arthur to understand his mistakes? Or rather to be a noble owner and forgive? It was an essential dilemma and before Mr. Churchill could reach a satisfying conclusion, the door has opened.“I will forgive him!” thought Mr. Churchill in all his clemency and soon he held out his head ready for petting, closing his eyes.Instead of a gentle and tender smooch something, what he later understood had to be a hand, virtually dented him into the armchair’s plush. Mr. Churchill, lost Mr. Churchill what should be noted, hissed and bristled his fur, loosing some of his dignity.When he finally raised his head, he saw a face leaning over him. A face that for certain didn’t belong to Arthur. Yet Mr. Churchill was sure, that he hadn’t took in any other human, especially since humans were nothing more than troubles! Lady Mabel was telling him, that she has four and taking care of them all is just exhausting.And yet now Mr. Churchill had two people. What’s more important – he didn't get a warning! He glanced at Arthur with reproach. Regardless all that, he was truly ready to sacrifice himself for the sake of his ward.  
But Arthur didn’t even notice him. He didn’t even pet him. Instead he started to laugh and speak in this strange, crunchy language to the other human.And then they kissed.In his presence!Mr. Churchill acknowledged this as something outrageous and to demonstrated his discontent – he marched off from the room.But no one went after him.Offended, he sat for a long time in the kitchen, before he decided to see what’s going on. Maybe they were preparing something special for him to apologize for that confusion? Maybe Arthur realized his mistakes and finally decided to compensate him?But when he entered the living room he saw that Arthur and his new human were not making him delicious salmon dish. Instead they were seating and leaning on themselves, watching something in that noisy box. There was something in that scene that was even worse. Arthur was petting that man – something he did only to Mr. Churchill.Mr. Churchill was an elegant cat, but in that moment he put his ears down and meowed miserably.No one even noticed him.Suddenly he felt really lonely.
Next few day dejected Mr. Churchill sat through on the window ledge, glowered at Arthur as he bustle happily around the apartment. He had never seen him being so cheery but that only rubbed salt into his cat’s pride wounds. Again Arthur was leaving early and getting back late. Once he had came back in a strange, wobbly and really loudly state. That day he hadn’t even look at Mr. Churchill.The loneliness was becoming hurtful.And then one day, that consisted mostly of another barely a dab on Mr. Churchill's head and a usual disappearance in the red car, Arthur came back early as in the good old times. Mr. Churchill almost forgot how it’s like and the sound of braking car (That sound! Mr. Churchill never mistook it for anything else!) made him jump inelegantly from the comfortable pillow he was occupying. Intrigued, surprised but still insulted Mr. Churchill looked out reluctantly. For sure Arthur again brought his human… And indeed so it was. Mr. Churchill sighed in cat’s manner and got back on his pillow. He laid paws on his head and closed eyes.He didn’t want his Arthur’s strange man again to push his head into the armchair’s plush.Yet nothing like that had happened. Instead something soft collapsed at the top of his head. Mr. Churchill raised his head in surprise only to encounter something.Something was big, cream-colored and hairy. Something was much bigger than Mr. Churchill. It had an elongated muzzle, good-natured dark eyes and was puffing. A lot. Something, what noticed Mr. Churchill feeling an unpleasant tingling at the root of his tail, had long and sharp teeth. Something has opened it’s muzzle.And barked.“I thought that your kitty could use some company” stated Alfred, embracing Arthur. – And Roosevelt is the most chummy dog that this world has ever seen!Mr. Churchill didn’t hear this words, just as he didn’t noticed Roosevelt’s chumminess. To say the truth right now Mr. Churchill was busy hanging somewhere near the very top of a curtain and meowing definitely inelegant.Mr. Churchill didn’t know yet that the loneliness that stubbornly was stinging his heart started cease to exist. He would understand that only after a few weeks later, when finally he would surrender in rejecting Roosevelt, who for some reason insisted on sleeping with him. However first he had to be removed from the curtain, which was at last done by Arthur. With scratches all over his hands, caring in his arms a big, fluffy cat, Arthur again muttered something about the „bl@@dy furball”.Mr. Churchill still felt outraged by this term.'
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