Princess smiled down at you, as she then turned and raised her tail. "Follow me little owner."
"Right." You groan up as you were getting bossed around by a cat, how low your life was. You were like a rodent in your own home, but you can't do a damn thing about it. You were just too small, too minuscule.
The Glameow got into the living room as she then leaped up onto the couch. She quickly got comfortable, and then talked down to you. "You see that Television, I want you to turn it on for me."
"Huh?"
"I spent all my days in my last home watching Television, so I want it now. Turn it on," She was so bossy!
"W-Where's the Remote?" You ask her, and she turned her head confused. "You have no idea what that is right, fine..." You try to locate the remote, and it was right next to her. So you have to get up. You climb right on top of the couch, and it was going to take a while.
So the giantess moved her tail and curled it around you. "WOAH!" You get pulled up and dropped onto the couch.
"What are you doing over here, turn the Television on... OVER THERE!"
"I am, just watch." You move around and press a button on the oversized remote. As soon as you did that, the TV turned on, and the cat jumped.
"Huh? W-What was that?" She questioned confused.
"This remote turns it on." You say to her, and she was stunned. "Come over here, I'll teach you how to work it so I don't freaking have to." Sure there was no enthusiauasm on your side, but clearly it was for her. The Glameow was at your side, as she watched you.
You explain the on button, how to change channels, how to change the volume and... that's all that she will really know, so you don't explain more than that. She was looking at you like you were a Magician.
"You wanna try?"
The Pokemon touched down on the button, and it changed channels. "This changes everything! Thank you! Thank you!" She rubbed her cheek on you in an affectionate manner, which was not really something that you expected from this Pokemon. You were getting pushed around and shoved by her cheeks, as she was so happy about it.
"Yeah yeah, glad you enjoy it." You say to her. "Your whiskers are weird."
She swatted you with her paw for that rude tone, after she rubbed her cheek on you no less. She then tapped on the channels and... "Oh I love this show. I watched it all the time when it was on with my last owner."
It was a tacky Soap Opera about a Pokemon Center, Potions and Passion. Groan, but... what are you gonna do? You can't change the channel, not with this Pokemon. All you can do is sit down bored and watch it with her. To which she saw, and she smiled.
The two of you watched for a little while, before your own stomach growled. "I don't suppose you are going to go through the effort to get me food, right Princess?"
"What do you think?" Was all she had to say as you slumped your shoulders, and climbed all the way down off the couch. What a great friend, you were 'So' glad you have her in the house, doing nothing and bossing you around. Always a Dog Pokemon kind of person anyway.
Once you landed on the ground you walk back over to your Kitchen, thinking about what meal you can get for yourself. Not what meal you can make... or what you can at least get!
You stop when you get to the kitchen though, because you heard the sound of something... ruffling in your pantry. Fear overtook you, but you had to at least check out what it was.
If it was... any Pokemon, you could become a quick snack quickly. The window was open, so that's how it probably got in.
You move and slowly sneak into the pantry, as you see something opening your Cookie Jar, and eating from it. Not only that, you could see a tail shifting around from side to side enjoying the meal.
Yeah, you are not going to become this Pokemon's next meal! You sprint and run back to the Couch.
Once there, Princess was still watching her show. "Princess! Princess!"
No response at first, as you yell again.
"Princess!"
"I'm watching my show!" She's literally just the worst.
"I-I think there's a Pokemon raiding out pantry." You shout to her, to which she yawned.
"So..."
"So? So we have an intruder! You need to deal with it, I can't! I'd get eaten."
"I never battled another Pokemon, and I don't feel like it So... no." She said smugly as you were hating this cat!
"Come on, you need to. It's gonna wreck the house if you don't." She still didn't seem to care. "It's gonna eat all your food!" She still didn't care. "It's gonna eat me, and I won't be able to feed you and serve you anymore!"
She sighed and jumped down near you. "If it's an ugly or scary Pokemon, we are gonna hide in your room until they leave." She seemed so bothered by this, but at least you got her moving!
Glameow slowly walked over to the kitchen and then the pantry. Peaking her head in as the Pokemon was still eating. You were hiding behind her leg. Glameow would lose every battle she partakes in, but you would lose to Glameow without question, so it's obvious who was in a worst position.
"Wait I know this Pokemon." She noted. "Hey, this is my house! You have to ask permission!" She suddenly got bold, but only because she knew this Pokemon when they were on the streets.
The Pokemon turned around to face you and Glameow.
Who's that Pokemon?
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