Cane lazed on his bed, the hours creeping by with an agonizing slowness that had him checking the clock every few minutes. The numbers rolled over to 2 PM, and he sighed, glancing around his room for something to pass the time.
His gaze landed on the small baggie of weed he'd picked up the day before, and a slow smile spread across his face. That would certainly make the afternoon more interesting. He dug through his nightstand, pulling out a pipe and a lighter. With practiced ease, he lit up, taking a deep drag that made his eyes widen with appreciation. The room spun gently, a wave of euphoria washing over him as he held in the smoke.
As the high settled in, Cane's gaze drifted to the floor, where his snow-white cat, Misty, lay stretched out in a patch of sunlight. In his slightly altered state, he found himself staring at her, a lazy smile on his lips. He reached out, half-joking, half-serious, and Misty's head whipped up, her eyes narrowing.
"Watch it, human," she hissed, swatting at his hand with a playful roughness that made him laugh. "I'm not your toy."
Cane chuckled, his laughter deep and uncontrollable as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh, come on, Misty. Don't be like that. I just want to have some fun."
Misty rolled her eyes, her tail twitching with irritation. "You're such a perv, Cane. Can't you find something else to do?"
Cane shook his head, still laughing. "Nah, Misty. You're the only one who can satisfy me."
Misty huffed, standing up and stretching before turning and walking away, her tail held high. Cane watched her go, still giggling, as he tried to reach for her again. She was too quick, darting out of reach with an agility that made him laugh even harder.
Finally, he fell back onto his bed, still chuckling to himself as he realized just how ridiculous the situation was. Misty watched him from a safe distance, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and annoyance.
As the high began to fade, Cane's gaze focused on Misty, and he felt a rush of guilt. He'd never meant to offend her, and he knew that his behavior had been inappropriate.
"I'm sorry, Misty," he said, his voice soft. "I didn't mean to offend you."
Misty glanced at him, her eyes softening. "It's fine, Cane. Just remember, I'm a cat, not a sex toy."
Cane nodded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yeah, I know. I'll remember that next time."
Misty seemed satisfied with his response, jumping up onto the bed and curling up next to him, her purrs soft and soothing. Cane smiled, feeling grateful for her forgiveness as he drifted off to sleep, content with his feline companion by his side.
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