Trick or Treat (Silver Spoon Connections)

10. Tony

Chapter 10

Tony

I'm standing in Kat's living room, eyeing the empty space beside her bookshelf where I’m envisioning the pièce de résistance of my latest plan to sway the opinion of a certain feline overlord. Walter, with his boundless sense of judgment and a penchant for entirely ignoring me, is currently sprawled across the couch like he's being paid by the hour to look this disdainfully regal.

The stubborn feline knows the deal, I swear. He knows I'm trying to win him over. It's all part of my grand scheme to persuade Kat to officially move in with me.

I’d been hopeful that showing up with a spectacular, multi-tiered cat tower and a veritable bucket of squeaky toys would push me into Walter’s good graces, or at least his I-can-tolerate-your-presence-if-I’m-forced-to space. Clearly, my optimism might’ve been slightly misguided.

Kat watches this attempted bribery unfold with the amused expression of someone who thinks they’ve got it all figured out but is, mercifully, warming to the spectacle. Her small home is a cozy haven, smelling faintly of cinnamon and the minty freshness of her numerous plants. I’m trying my best not to reimagine this shared space as more evidence they both belong in the considerably more expansive digs I call home.

"Tony," Kat says, voice laced with that blend of bemusement and affection I’m totally addicted to, “I think he knows what you’re up to.”

I nod, settling beside her and attempting to scratch Walter behind the ears. He bats at my fingers, delivering one of those kitty eye rolls that suggests he's thinking, “Try harder, human.”

“I come with presents,” I say, brandishing one of the feathered toys from my newly procured bucket with all the grace of a bumbling, hopeful court jester.

Walter regards the toy briefly, like a lord surveying pastries, before yawning dramatically and rubbing his cheek against Kat’s thigh in an unmistakable display of favoritism. Strike two.

Kat laughs, leaning into me with a nudge. “You know, buying his love is going to take more than a few toys.”

I shoot her a mock offended look. “Exactly how many objects of bribery does it take then?” I quip, waggling my eyebrows as if I’ve mastered persuasion in its most feathery form.

“That’s up to Walter to decide,” she replies, barely concealing her laughter as she hands me a cup of coffee. “But I have to admit, your determination is admirable.”

“I’ll eventually win,” I counter, brushing a kiss onto her forehead just below her tangled hairline. “The stakes are high, after all.”

Walter might remain coy, but Kat sees through all my antics, turning toward me. “How high are they?”

“Well, I’d like to convince you guys to move in with me,” I confess, choosing my words carefully. “I can’t stand being away from either of you.”

Her captivating smile lights up the entire room. “Is that why you’re tempting my cat with a climbing extravaganza?”

“Possibly.” I shrug, leaning back against the cushions. “But mostly because I’m trying to prove that Walter should have an entire mansion to reign over. Somewhere he can swat my fingers and glare at me from his high-rise throne.”

“It’s hard to argue against Walter needing more space for his spoiled feline antics.” She chuckles and leans back against me. “I have to admit, the idea of moving in is tempting.”

“Then why don’t you guys move in?” I’m not above begging at this point.

At this, Walter raises his head, fixing us with a glazed nonchalance, somehow charged with mild disapproval yet curious acknowledgment as if planning his future empire. He takes one paw and bats the tower’s dangling string expertly so.

“Let me discuss it with Walter and we’ll let you know.” She shrugs, and happiness flows through me as I realize I won this battle.

The moment Kat agreed to consider moving in with me, it was like flipping a switch. My heart raced, excitement coursing through my veins like I was back in Las Vegas, gearing up for the biggest high-stakes gamble of my life. But this is completely different. This is about love, stability, and building a real home, not just running numbers or dodging bullets from my past.

I barely let the ink dry on her verbal agreement before springing into action. When I want something, I don’t mess around. And I want Kat to know that she’s safe and cherished in this new chapter of our lives.

The first order of business is Operation Move Kat In.

Even before I step inside her tiny house, I spot Walter lounging lazily on the windowsill, keeping watch over the neighborhood like some fluffy little guardian. I can tell he thinks he owns the place, and honestly, I can’t blame him. He’s got the laid-back feline life down pat, greeting my arrival with a mere blink and yawn. His indifference will have to change when we move him into his new lair. I won’t take no for an answer. Plus, I plan to spoil the hell out of him.

“Walter!” I call, walking over to the poofy white cat, who finally rolls over, showing me his furry belly. “I promise you’ll have a castle of your own soon. Just hang tight, buddy!”

I head through the door, my heart swelling as I take in the place that’s been Kat’s home. It’s cluttered, bursting with character, and stuffed with her life’s story evident in every corner.

“Hey there! I see you’re working hard on Walter.” Kat greets me from the kitchen, her hair pulled back in an adorable messy bun. My cock turns to stone when she throws her arms around my waist and snuggles against my body. It takes every ounce of control I possess to ignore the urge to spend the day deep inside her sweet pussy.

Ordering my cock to behave, I lean over and kiss her soft lips. Pulling back is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I tell myself to stick with the plan. “He’s starting to fall for it,” I admit with a grin. “Are you ready for Operation Move Kat in?”

She laughs, her eyes crinkling up at the corners. “I’m not sure anyone is ready to deal with all my stuff.”

I chuckle, gesturing toward the cat who’s licking himself with impressive languor, clearly uninterested in any potential chaos. “Don’t worry, I have a strategy. First, I’ll give Walter his new toy of the day, and then we can get to work moving everything.”

As we dive into packing, we fill boxes with her clothes, books, and knickknacks, our playful banter creating an effortless rhythm. I watch as she moves through her space, her motions fluid and confident.

Hours later, we've filled multiple boxes and sorted the rest into ‘throw-away’ and ‘donate’ piles when I glance at the clock. “You ready to take a break?” My muscles are sore, so I know my little kitty has to be feeling the strain from our efforts.

“Yeah, I could use a second to breathe,” she replies. “I didn’t know I had this much stuff.”

“Don’t worry, little kitty, we’ll get it all moved.”