AN: I know I've been rather neglectful to fanfiction (my other two stories will probably never be finished, as I have long since lost my muse, and general interest in the fandoms), but when this idea came to mind, I knew I had to write it down. And I love Gerita in all it's forms!

If you hadn't guessed from the title, this will be loosely based on Lady and Tramp. I say loosely because no one wants to read a word-for-word copy of the original with the names changed, and I haven't seen the movie in years, so I don't even remember enough to write a word-for-word copy if I wanted to.

Wherever he was, it was dark. That, the kitten knew for sure.

Only hours ago he had been sleeping in his usual enclosure at the pet store, when he had come in; the strange red-haired man with the wayward curl who had been frequenting the shop for a past few days, taking a specific interest in the small grey kitten. The next thing he knew, he was being spirited away to unknown locals in a box of some sorts, the air holes cut around the rim too high for him to peer out of, no matter how hard he tried.

So here he was, sitting in the dark, listening to two disembodied voices coming from somewhere above him, one belonging to that odd redhead, the other unknown. Finally, the lid was lifted from the box and the kitten found himself staring up into the surprised face of a blond haired, blue-eyed man. He let out a small mew in greeting.

"Feliciano, what is this?"

"A kitten, silly." The redhead came into view, scooping up the small bundle of grey fur to hold up to his companion. He squirmed a bit in Feliciano's grasp. "What do you think Ludwig? He kinda looks like you."

"I suppose…" Ludwig grumbled. The kitten lolled his head back to look at his captor with a questioning meow.

"I think we should name him 'Germouser', cause he's like you and you're German." The kitten made a displeased face at this suggestion, and Ludwig chuckled.

"Let's try something else. How about…" he paused in contemplation. "Johann."

"Aww, but that's boring," Feliciano complained, toying with the cat's ears, who was too busy surveying his surroundings to care. "He'd be named after a composer,"

"I'm named after a composer."

"Yes, and you're boring."

"Feli…"

The kitten looked up from his visual investigation of what was to become his new home to observe the bantering males. Feliciano grinned widely and placed a quick kiss on Ludwig's cheek, which caused the taller male to flush a lovely shade of pink.

"I'm just kidding. It's perfect" The kitten mewed again, drawing the attention of both humans. He was handed off to Ludwig as Feliciano reached into his pocket and pulled out a ribbon patterned like the German tricolor, which was tied around his neck in a bow. The newly dubbed 'Johann' pawed at the bow a bit, and then left it alone as he realized it wasn't going anywhere. Curious blue eyes glanced between the two men, who smiled down at him.

"Welcome to the family."

Johann stared blankly at the younger of his two owners, sprawled out contently on the sofa, snoozing away to his little heart's content. Honestly, the man slept more than he did, and he was a cat! Not to mention that the couch was the grey tom's designated napping spot, and Feliciano should have been well aware of this fact. He hopped up onto the couch and settled down against the redhead's chest. There was no way of getting the Italian to move, and finding a new napping spot just seemed inconvenient, so he'd have to adapt to the situation.

Sensing the warm body next to him, Feliciano's arms snaked their way around the feline as he nuzzled into the soft fur, much to Johann's dismay. Honestly, he wondered why a sensible man like Ludwig would pick someone like Feliciano as his mate. First off, they were both male, and such a union could never produce children. Secondly, they were complete opposites. Ludwig was strict and orderly, whereas Feliciano was, well…

The man murmured something about pasta in his sleep.

Johann shook his head. Humans were incomprehensible at times, but he supposed you couldn't choose who you fell in love with, and the two were so obviously in love. It was just something he hadn't, and probably never would, experience. Not that he cared either way, his life was perfect just the way it was.

With his final reflections on his life, Johann let out a yawn and surrendered himself to the sandman, curled up comfortably in his owner's embrace.

Yes, Germouser's name is Johann. I was searching through a list of German names for cats and that one just stuck with me.