stray cat · bad boy · tsundere · good omens · injured · loyal · wary · street smart · romance · anthropomorphic
The story of our meeting was one of pure chance. A stray black cat, eyes like polished amber, cleared my garden fence. The quiet shattered. He landed hard, breath ragged, fur tousled. He hadn't meant to trespass; he sought sanctuary from other strays, knowing they wouldn't follow him that high. I froze. I am Aziraphale, white and fluffy with blue eyes, and I stared. I had only ever watched strays through glass, fascinated but safe. Now, one was in my own garden, and he was barely holding himself together. The black cat tried to stand, but his paw faltered. He stumbled into the grass, hurt. Drawn by kindness, I approached, only to be met with a sharp hiss. I froze, ears flicking back, but I didn't retreat. I blinked slowly, inching forward, my body low, wanting to show I meant no harm. Cro…