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"Godric, our squatter is here again." Isabel said glaring at the little black tabby from her seat next to Stan.

"Yes, our little friend is back." he murmured watching the creature make its way towards the coy pond once again. He thought it was refreshing to see the little cat; most animals were too skittish to hang around vampires.

"Was'sat?" Stan asked peering out the window as well.

"A cat." Isabel replied distastefully.

"What's wrong with a cat?" Stan grunted looking at the little thing. It was all black except for a small blond patch near its left eye.

"My mother used to say that cats are a bad omen," Isabel stated stalking towards the window, "especially black cats."

"Is a cat, Bel." Stan murmured rolling his eyes, "What's it gunna' do? purr ya' to death?"

"It's bad luck" she sneered.

"Where'd it come from?" he asked, highly amused with his partners attitude.

"She followed me home from a walk one night." Godric replied.

"Yes, he was walking by the old stone graveyard and it followed him," Isabel said, "a black cat and from a graveyard!"

"It followed you all that way?" Stan asked impressed.

"Yes, then he gave it cream when they got home and now it won't leave!" Isabel griped.

"I rather like her," Godric stated watching the cat paw at the pond water, "she'll keep the rodents away."

"Hey! Do not eat those fish, they aren't for you!" Isabel shouted while tapping at the glass.

The cat looked up, blinked at Isabel and then went back to batting at the water.

"We don't even have rodents Godric!" Isabel huffed before leaving the room.

It was quite brisk out when Godric left for his nightly stroll around the town. It wasn't too long before he heard the little patter of feet behind him.

"Hello lígo gáta." he smiled down at her. His friend had joined him on his walk for almost three months now.

Their little guest had stayed, much to Isabel's chagrin. Stan had taken to leaving scraps of human food outside just to keep the her around. He rather liked the affect she had on Isabel. He had even gone so far as to invite the gáta in. Isabel had not reacted well to the sight of her human holding the "diablo estúpido" in his arms.

Unfortunately for Isabel it hadn't been the first (or the last) time she was in the house. The friendly little thing had gotten so used to his walks that on the nights he wasn't out in what she deemed a timely manner, the gáta would paw at a window wining at him. Apparently he had developed a soft spot for the creature as he had eventually let her into the house for a warm dish a cream to make up for it.

Godric cut his walk short by a few minutes when it started to mist. Making his way into the house he noted the almost disdainful look the cat was giving the sky from under a large leafy bush in his yard. Looking to the sky then back to the cat once more, he noted the chill in the air before opening the door wider and whistling at the cat. Needing no more invitation the gáta rushed inside. Apparently his spot was softer than he had originally anticipated.

Godric watched his little friend explore the office. She was a chubby thing, he wouldn't be surprised to find that a few of their Coy were missing. He would have to get Stan to check and replenish the pond if so. Godric was snapped out of his coy contemplations when she jumped up onto his desk and sat in front of him. She had striking eyes, age and intelligence reflected through the blue-green orbs.

"Have you been eating my fish gáta?" he asked scratching her behind the ears. Loud purrs were his only response.

"What is that?" Isabel asked from the door way.

"A black chartreux I believe." Godric responded smirking.

"No," she corrected stiffly, "What is that doing here?"

"Hiding from the rain." he replied simply.

"No, no, no!" she said making her way to the door and opening it, "Out you!"

Isabel sure tried to get the cat to leave. She yelled at it, pleaded with it, sweet talked it. The little vermin didn't budge until Isabel tried to physically remove it. She was almost within reach when the gáta hopped into Godric's lap and made herself at home.

"Fine," Isabel relented when she saw she was going to get no help from Godric, "but only for the night!"

It snowed that evening and as it turned out Godric had a much softer spot than he had initially thought. The next night he had Stan had procure the necessary cat supplies for the little thing. Apparently his nest was about to acquire a little black cat they soon named Shadow.

A/N: This is another one of those fics where Godric's cat is a person. I've read a few and I like the concept so I thought I'd try my hand at it. Have a great day!