12:35 pm, Saturday, July 23rd, 2011

Percy and Annabeth were walking through New York, Tide and Rocky hot on their heels, hands intertwined, and completely and utterly focused on the other person.

But as they passed an alleyway, a soft, barely noticeable sound caught their attention. On edge, they crept down the dank alleyway. The sound came again, and now that they were closer, it sounded like the yowl of a cat.

The sound was coming from a soaked and dented box, and the two of them quietly and carefully walked up. It was Annabeth who pulled back the flaps of the box, and Percy saw he reel back before whispering, "Oh you poor baby."

Percy glanced in and his stomach churned as he saw the poor thing. They were all white, but their eyes seemed to have been heavily injured, and the poor baby was bleeding. The wound looked fairly fresh.

Annabeth pulled at her phone and typed something into it. "I'm gonna call a vet, keep it warm and give it some water," She told him. She tapped something and put her phone to her ear as she went a little ways away to call.

Percy pulled out a water bottle along with the bowl he would use to give Tide water when they were out. Speaking of which, Tide was nervously pawing at the ground, sensing the mood of her owner.

He poured the water in, before setting the bowl in front of the kitten. Without touching the wounds on its face, he guided the kitten to the water, which it greedily drank.

Annabeth had returned. "They'll be here in two. I'm going to go to the sidewalk so I can flag them down, okay?" Percy nodded. Annabeth glanced at the cat, before rushing out, Rocky bounding along.

Percy continued to watch the kitten as they lapped at the water. Tide, having grown curious, peeked her head into the box, but Percy pushed her away. Tide stayed by his side though, on the lookout.

Finally, he heard the footsteps coming towards him, and he walked away from the box as the vets came up. One of them made a sound as they saw the kitten, and Percy winced.

He and Annabeth were pretty much desensitised to any blood or gore they may encounter. The kitten's wounds had startled them, but they had seen worse. But while these vets had seen their fair share of Gorey things, this one was really bad.

The kitten was gently picked up and brought to the vet's ambulance, and Percy and Annabeth were invited to join, but they pointed to their service dogs and told the vets they would meet them there.

Half an hour later, Percy and Annabeth were sat in the waiting room of a pet hospital. Tide was at Percy's feet chewing on a toy she had been given. Rocky had snagged the spot next to Annabeth, and his head was in her lap. Their hands were intertwined, and no one spoke.

After what felt like hours of waiting, a person came out of the doors, and they stood. Seeing as they were the only people in the waiting room, this had to be for them.

"Are you Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase?" The vet asked. They had given their names to the front desk earlier.

They nodded. "And you were the ones who found the female white kitten, with the wounds around her eyes?" So the cat was a girl. They nodded.

"Is she okay?" Annabeth asked.

The vet nodded. "She will survive. She will be permanently blind." Percy winced. Annabeth looked saddened, but her eyes lit up, 

"I have a question."

The vet nodded, signalling for her to go on.

"Is she up for adoption?"

And that's how Percy and Annabeth found themselves in the possession of their cat, who they named Pickles. She had a bright green collar, and was in all aspects of her life, practically their child.

5:00pm, Sunday, July 31st, 2011

Percy was sprawled on the couch, watching a show with Piper.

They heard a thud and looked down to see Pickles had run into the coffee table by accident. Percy laughed, and got up, scooping up the blind kitten.

Pickles curled up to him, meowing quietly. Those meows turned to purrs as she settled in, and those purrs to snores as she fell asleep. Percy smiled at her, and Piper cooed at the sight.

Percy gave his kitten a kiss and smiled.

1 am, Monday, August 1st, 2011

It was 1 am and Annabeth was still awake. She was focused on a temple design and had lost track of the time hours ago.

She felt something rub against her leg, and she looked away from her blueprints for the first time in hours to see Pickles, meowing and rubbing against her.

With one hand, she scooped up the kitten and brought her to her lap. Pickles explored as best she could, and eventually found the blueprint Annabeth was working on.

Curious, she bit it and suppressing her laughter, Annabeth pried the kitten away saying, "No Pickles, we don't eat paper."