Francis and Antonio had gotten home, took one look at you, and started arguing. I mean really?! You were right there; they acted like you couldn't hear them.
"Hey! Zat has always been ze rule. First to see frau gets dibs!"
"Pero, that's not fair, amigo! If you hadn't come home early, I would have seen the chica first."
"ONHONHONHON, we all know zat no matter who sees her first, I will be the one to teach zis belle fluer ze art of loving."
You heard a chorus of 'yeah right' and 'go screw yourself'.
The way they were arguing really was ridiculous. And childish! You wondered how they had managed to stay friends at all.
"This doesn't even make sense! I'm not an object, and this isn't finders keepers. I am a person! UNTIE ME!" you yelled.
'Shut up' came to you in three different languages. Like you said, ridiculous.
As Gil and Francis got into a tussle, Antonio surprised you by putting his arms around you from behind and started to whisper sweet Spanish nothings into your feline ear. You squeaked and cursed.
'I thought you were better than that, Antonio!' you said mentally.
Gil came over and hauled him up by the back of his shirt collar.
"Stop zat!" he growled.
Francis came over to your still-bound form curiously.
"Mon amour, are you wearing my boxers?"
The other two stopped and looked. You looked down. Ah, so you were. You were once again wearing Francis' boxers with the little Eiffel towers... Crap.
"Um, no." You said.
"Onhonhon, if you wanted to get into mon pants, zen you could've said somezing."
He drifted closer to you and puckered up.
You leaned away and flailed the parts of your arms that you could still move.
"NON, NO, NIEN, NYET, EE, CHIGAL" You shouted then started caterwauling as loud as you could in hopes the neighbors would call the cops.
"SHHHH, I WAS JUST JOKING! AHAHAH FUNNY JOKE, OUI?!
"AAUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYOOOWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL *inhale* MMRRRRAAAAOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
Gilbert stuck a piece of duct tape over your mouth.
You thrashed around frantically. This was turning into a rape, horror flick. Who knew you were living with three psychos?!
"Ve really look like perverts, don't ve?"
"Alvright, frau! Ve are going to untie slash untape you, so halt die Klappe*!"
"Si, we just want to know what you are doing in our house."
You were finally untangled from the wires and 'untaped' as Gil had put it. They asked you to sit down on the couch and they sat on the floor across from you.
The silence was pretty freaking heavy.
"I'm sorry!" You burst out. These last few days of keeping secrets from them had really made you a mess.
"Ja, that's a start. Now why did you break in in the first place?"
"No," you said, "I'm sorry for lying to you"
"Chica, I would lie too if I was caught in someone else's underwear."
"Oui, I knew zat zey were mine anyway."
No! That's not it." You sniffed.
"Vell, vhat, zen?"
You took a deep breath. "It's me, your cat..."
They all stared at you.
"You know," you said. "Gatita, katzchen, chaton?"
Francis gasped dramatically while Antonio just stared at you blankly with a weird smile.
"I knew it!" Gilbery yelled. "I knew somebody was taking my chocolate milk!"
"Calm down, it's not like it was your beer!" You shouted back.
"Wait... You are my little gatita?"
Wow, Antonio. Way to arrive late to the party.
"All zis time you let us believe you were just a stupid chaton?!" Francis said angrily.
"Ja, you made us think that you couldn't understand you, like you were just some stupid katz!"
"I am NOT stupid!" You yelled back. This hadn't gone how you hoped it would at all. You felt tears start to gather in your eyes. You knew that they didn't mean that you were stupid, but it was still hurtful and you had just about had it emotionally.
You felt tears start to trail down your face.
"I thought that you would hurt me or run me out if you knew, but then I started to get to know you all and like you. I didn't want you to send me away..."
Francis reached a hand toward you and you cringed. He placed it on your head and ruffled your big ears and (h/l) (h/c) hair.
"We would never do that." Toni said smiling gently.
"Ja, you are like family, katzchen."
"Oui! And what is your name? I cannot just keep calling you chaton (unless you want me to)." Francis winked.
You laughed and wiped away your tears, but happier ones started replacing them.
"I'm ______. ________ _______. It's nice to meet you all."