Pezzy was livestreaming again, this time with his friend Grizzy. The two had been drinking steadily for six hours, laughter and slurred jokes filling the room, the soft glow of the computer screens reflecting in their glassy eyes. The chat was buzzing with messages—emotes, questions, and playful taunts—but they barely noticed.

As the camera rolled, Grizzy leaned back in his chair, squinting toward the corner of the room where the cat usually lounged. A small frown crossed his face.

“Where’s your cat?” Grizzy asked, his words slightly slurred.

“Where is my p-ussy, bruh,” Pezzy replied, scratching the back of his head and looking around like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Grizzy’s eyes lit up with determination—or maybe it was just the alcohol—but without a second thought, he slid off the chair and onto his knees. Crawling toward the doorway, he started calling out in a singsong voice, “Here p-ussy, p-ussy, p-ussy!” His arms stretched out as if the cat would magically leap into them, the floor cool beneath his hands.

Pezzy stood up, stumbling slightly, and followed Grizzy, muttering under his breath, “Man, this is ridiculous…”

The livestream chat erupted in laughter and emotes as the camera wobbled slightly while Pezzy and Grizzy searched the apartment. A few moments later, Grizzy returned, a look of exaggerated despair on his face.

“Chat, his cat is lost,” he announced dramatically, shrugging.

The two sat back down, nursing their drinks, the room quiet except for the soft hum of the stream. Pezzy leaned back and shook his head, glancing toward the doorway with a worried frown.

Then, from the hall, a soft, familiar purring sound reached them. Pezzy’s eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he walked over to you, who was standing there with Sly cradled gently in your arms. The little cat mewed softly, rubbing against your chest as if nothing had happened.

“Here she is,” you said, smiling.

Pezzy pulled you close as you both returned to the chairs, Sly settling comfortably on you. The chat exploded with hearts and laughing emotes, watching the scene unfold. Pezzy stroked Sly’s fur, glancing at the camera with a grin, then at you, his laughter softening into something warmer.