Camden was an incredibly petty person, and he honestly wasn't ashamed to admit it. Which was how he ended up with a pet carrier one day on his way back home from work. It didn't matter what the stupid dog thought of it. It didn't matter what Caspian thought of it. Caspian had started this and he would just have to deal with having two pets now, neither of which had been discussed. Camden wasn't concerned about it in the slightest.
He opened the front door and warded off the incredibly curious puppy that came bolting towards him to sniff what he'd brought. "Back, Captain. Sit," he commanded, hoping that maybe the dumb dog would listen to him for once. No such luck, though, so Camden pushed past to his room and shut the door after himself to keep Captain out. It was only then that he put the carrier down and let the cat loose in the apartment. At least it wasn't a kitten so the dog was less likely to accidentally squish it in excitement.
Caspian took Captain with him to work a lot of the time these days, but there were still times where he left him at home. Especially if he knew that he was going to have to leave MACUSA to do something - Captain wasn't trained enough yet to take out into the field. But he was hoping that he was going to get there soon.
Much to his surprise, when he walked through the door, Captain did not come excitedly running up to him. That was a bit weird. "Captain?" he called, moving further into the apartment, and found the door pawing at the door to Camden's room. "Hey, what is it? You're not allowed in Camden's room." Though he heard movement, so Camden was probably in the room. "C'mon bud." And then he heard a meow. Wait. What? "Camden?" he called.
There were noises from the rest of the apartment that didn't sound like the puppy, so Caspian was probably home now. This was going to be fun once he realized there was a cat in the place now. The cat that was currently curled up under the bed because it was afraid of everything for the time being. Camden had been trying to coax it out for the last half hour to no avail.
"What?" he called back to the voice at his door. In most cases, he'd go and investigate on his own, but most of his attention was still on getting the cat from under the bed. Or at least getting it to go near the food bowl he'd put near it. Mostly he was worried about it not finding the litter box he'd bought as well, and Camden really didn't want cat poop in his room.
He reached out to try and pet the cat and reassure it, but the cat wasn't having any of that, instead lashing out and scratching him. "Ow, fuck!" he cursed as he pulled back again, moving to get off the floor and also hitting his bed with his head, causing him to swear a second time.
Camden wasn’t replying. Though Caspian was hearing swearing, so well, he hadn’t turned himself into a cat. So that was something. “What is happening,” he muttered, and then decided he’d just go into the room. He moved to the door, and Captain nosed forward. “Hey, no. Captain, stay.” The puppy whined. “Sit. Stay,” he patted his head. “Good boy.” He opened and then darted through the door, before Captain decided that following the cat smell was far more alluring. Caspian looked down at Camden lying half under the bed. “You right there?”
Hearing his door opening, Camden rolled from under the bed with as much grace as he could, which wasn't a lot, and looked at Caspian as the door was shut quickly again. At least he didn't have to worry about the stupid dog trying to eat the cat that was under the bed. Huffing as he sat up, Camden replied, "There's an ungrateful demon under my bed." He looked down to examine the hand that the cat had attacked, seeing a few scratches on it. How unpleasant.
Caspian couldn't help but to look at his friend with amusement. "Yes, well, maybe you should leave it alone to settle. As opposed to sticking your hand near the probably scared cat?" he suggested, with a shake of his head. Of course he had gotten a cat. And of course he had just brought it in. Honestly, Caspian didn't really expect much else. "Just happen to walk past a pet shop then?" he teased.
The look of amusement on Caspian's face was doing nothing to soothe Camden's feelings and he frowned at the other man. "I'm just trying to make sure it doesn't starve or crap everywhere," he mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Pardon me for trying to help it settle in." At the mention of a pet shop, though, he snorted and shook his head. "Pet shops are the worst. I walked past an animal shelter." There were enough animals that needed homes without going somewhere that was specifically designed to make more of them to have something to sell.
"Well it's not going to get comfortable enough to eat if you keep sticking your hand near it, is it?" Caspian pointed out. "Put some food in a bowl and stick it near the edge, so it doesn't need to come out to eat, but it still can eat if it feels up to it."
"Ahh, that's good," he said with a nod. Bobbing down, he looked under the bed to see the hiding cat. "It's cute," he said, looking up at his friend. "Have you got a name yet?"
With a mumble about Caspian not telling him how to take care of his cat, Camden sat up, still looking incredibly put out. He had to admit that the other man had a point, but he wasn't going to say as much. He would definitely have to pretend that backing off was his idea.
"Perhaps I should name it Satan," he said with a bit of an edge to the words. He wasn't necessarily mad at the cat. In fact, he was already a bit fond of it. But he was frustrated. "The shelter was called him Niko, so I might just keep that."
"Satan the cat," he said with an amused twitch of his mouth. "Niko's a nice name." Did cats even respond to their names? Would changing their name do anything? He wasn't really sure how cats worked, to be honest. "So should I start setting up a farm in the living room, or?" he asked teasingly.
Noting the amusement on Caspian's face, Camden decided that the cat would not be called Satan, if only because Caspian found it humerous. "Niko isn't awful, and he already knows it, so why not?" It wasn't as fun as thinking up a name but oh well. At the mention of a zoo he rolled his eyes. "I don't think we can fit more animals in here. Especially once the mutt grows more."
"Do cats even recognise their names?" They certainly didn't seem to respond to them, but that didn't mean that they didn't know them. "We'll just have to move then," he said with a teasing smile. "Go buy some farm land. I could be a farmer." That would probably be somewhat of a disaster, but that was beside the point.
"I think they do, though probably not as readily as dogs. Cats are assholes," he replied. His eyebrow raised at the suggestion they get a farm. "I don't think we're home often enough to have a farm," he pointed out. Caspian especially wasn't home enough to justify the farm and Camden certainly wasn't about trying to do it all by himself.
"Perfectly suited to you then," he said, and then gave his friend a teasing grin. Probably recognised their names and then just refused to answer to them. That sounded like a thing that cats would do. Camden did have a point. A farm would be a lot of work, and he really wasn't home enough for that. "Maybe I'll just retire and go live on a farm," he muttered. "That sounds less like a headache."
"Don't be so rude," Camden said. If he was a lesser person he would have pouted, but Caspian wasn't worth such a fuss really. All the same, he did know he was sort of an asshole at times. Oh well. "You're too young to retire yet. Get nothing from it." Retiring did sound kind of appealing though. Then he wouldn't have to deal with the morons at work anymore. What a wonderful world that would be. Why wasn't he allowed to just fire them all and get better ones?