A/n: Sorry for not publishing this sooner, along with the other two oneshots. There has been a terrible brownout in our neighborhood, and my batteries' dead that time.

Just to inform you, ‘kittenish’ is a real word from the dictionary, meaning ‘frisky’, which fits purrfectly for our little Frisk here. And when I say little, I mean a small. Brown. KITTY! ;)

This is the third and last compensation oneshot, so I'll scratch that one off the list. The chapters after this will be my 'normal' oneshots!

This’ll be a short oneshot, so enjoy while ya can, pinksterz!💕

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A woman with purple-dyed hair, wearing a baby pink dress, came rushing towards her front door after hearing the doorbell ring. She turned the wooden doorknob, opening it to reveal a young lady with shoulder-length chestnut brown hair that tied up to a bun, her honey-glazed golden irises smiled brightly at her. She seemed to be at her mid-20s.

Looking down, the purple-haired woman’s black-toned orbs’ gaze fell on the bundle the lady held. She smiled to see it to be a big furry chartreux cat. The chartreux breed are known for their blue-gray coat, and seeming to smile, as its other name goes; The Blue Cat of France, and The Smiling Cat.

What fascinated the woman, however, was that this chartreux cat the lady beheld had a soft white coat, blue stripes adorning it, and its smile was wider than normal showing her its toothy grin. It seemed to be sleeping soundly on its owner’s arms, snuggling in comfort as it lets out a loving purr.

“Are you Ms. Pearl?” the young lady asked politely.

Ms. Pearl nodded in recognition. She was known as the neighborhood’s cat-sitter, to whom they all give their cats for her to take care of, while they go to work.

“And who is this precious of yours?” she asked.

“Oh, this is Sans. He’s such a sweet darling if you get to know him.” The lady explained, “Do you think you can take care of Sansy here while I go to some convention?”

“Yes, of course! Do not worry, I’ll take good care of him.”

“Thank you. I’ll get going now. I’ll just pay you back later and pick him up, okay?” the brunette beamed, hugging the feline tightly before handing him to the sitter. Soon, off she went, leaving Ms. Pearl standing out of her front door.

She gazed down at Sans, who seemed to like the woman already. Or maybe just because he was sleeping to notice his master gone.

Walking back in, she entered her living room, where more cats could be found playing, eating, or just lazing around doing cat things. She sets the still sleeping white cat down on her green couch.

“Now stay here, Sans, and wait for me to get you some food. You must be very hungry.” She smiled, seeing it shuffle a bit on its slumber, before heading in the kitchen.

I forgot to ask what I should be feeding him.

Assuming, like any other cat, she prepared a bowl of cat food, strolling back in the living room, only to find him still unmoving on the couch.

You are one lazy cat.

She sighed. He isn’t like the other cats around here, playful and naughty, but him? Nothing at all.

“Sans, breakfast?” she called, pushing the cat slightly in an attempt to wake him up. Unfortunately, there was still no response, still lying lazily on the couch.

“Sans, you’d starve if you don’t eat.”

It took her many tries to wake the sleeping cat, but with no luck, she gave up, heading to watch over the others.

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Minutes past, the blue-striped white cat still slept soundly on the couch. To him it was peaceful, until…

“Meow!” went an adorable high-pitched sound of another cat, making Sans slightly jolt from his sleep. Below, sat a tiny brown-coated white-bellied ragdoll. Its curious squinted eyes gazed at him in awe and wonder. Must be a kitten then.

He was about to drift back to his slumber, when the ‘kitten’ suddenly jumps up on the couch, tackling him playfully. Moments later, it chewed on his large fluffy white ears in an attempt to pull it off his head, tugging it. He didn’t mind the little kitty, whose expression seemed to look as if his ear was the fluffiest and most delicious it has ever tasted. (O.O IDK, it’s weird)

He didn’t feel any pain at all, just that ticklish feeling of its tiny teeth ‘harshly’ munching. After several minutes, he didn’t care and went back to sleep.

Ms. Pearl went back to check on the chartreux. He was still sleeping, it seems, but the only change was that a small brown cat was found on top of him, chewing his ears off, its tail wagging delightfully.

“Little one, stop that, or you’ll end up swallowing his ear!” the woman giggled in amusement, gently grabbing the cat, moving it away from Sans, as to not disturb him. But as soon as the ragdoll’s paws landed on the floor carpet, it only hopped up, jumping back at the larger cat, and promptly chewed back its ears.

It took her three times to keep the little feline from going back. On the fourth time, however, it leaped back, but instead of munching on the white cat’s ear, it stood in a sneaking position, watching its’ prey intently, its furry tail slowly wagging. Soon, it pounced, tackling him once more. But because of its small frame, it couldn’t seem to take him down, yet was still determined to do so, pawing at him in a rapid pace.

The smiling cat seemed not to be bothered at all by this, but the total opposite. His grin seemed to grow, his white fluffy tail wagging playfully.

“My, my. What made you two grown attached to each other?” Ms. Pearl laughed at their adorableness, wondering how ironic it was for the ragdoll was one playfully energetic cat, while the other was far from energetic.

Eventually, the chartreux grew hungry. Surprisingly, for the last three hours, he stood up, stretching, and lazily hurried to the kitchen, the brown kitty following him.

He eyed the bowl of cat food the cat-sitter left, suspicion evident in his extraordinary white pupils. After sniffing it, he shrugged in disappointment, looking around the kitchen for other choice of food.

His eyes landed on the ragdoll, who was at the top of the kitchen counter, curiously sniffing at the items on top. Its small pink nose found the scent of something sweet and sour-y; a plastic bottle of ketchup. Its squinted eyes widened in delight, revealing her honey-glazed golden irises, sparkling in excitement.

Sans didn’t seem to know what was going on, and it made him feel a bit worried. He lets out a deep meow, trying to catch the attention of the smaller cat for it to come back down. However, it didn’t listen, and instead, seem to push something from the counter. He only watched in terror at the small ragdoll, as it seemed to accidentally slip, but fortunately, stood back up, continuing to push the condiment.

Just as he could process what could be going on, the bottle fell down, its white lid popping open from the impact as red sauce oozed out of it. His eyes couldn’t believe what’s in front of it. His favorite drink; ketchup!

He happily licked the condiment in joy, not noticing the tiny cat munching back on his ear once more. He couldn’t help but let out a purr of gratitude towards the cat, only urging it to tackle him more aggressively.

“Oh dear! What a mess you two troublemakers have made.” Ms. Pearl sighed, nodding her head at the ketchup stain visible on the hard wooden floor.

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The day was spent with Sans sleeping his furry head off, while the other chewing off his ear. The two had become inseparable friends, like two peas in a pod, with the chartreux, however, don’t seem to notice.

Later on, the ragdoll got tired of munching and tackling all day, and soon, fell asleep on the white smiling cat.

A doorbell was heard, alerting the cat-sitter to rush and open the door, revealing a skeleton, his skull wearing his everlasting grin. Like earlier he came to drop off his cat, he was dressed in a white tee underneath a blue hoodie, a pair of black basketball shorts, and pink fluffy slippers fashioned on his sock-covered feet.

His smile grew brightly at the woman, who gestured for him to come inside.

“is she doing alright?” he asked, his smooth deep voice alerting the brown ragdoll, who perked up from its sleep, tail wagging, eyes sparkling, she jumped off the couch, running around her skeletal master.

“hey, girl. miss me?” he chuckled, carrying the small cat in his arms, purring happily in response.

“i miss ya too.”

“Mr. Gaster?” the woman suddenly asked, catching the skeleton’s attention, “I’ve got a funny story to tell you, and you’d never believe who this is.” She said excitedly, gesturing at the sleeping white cat. He eyed him curiously, seeming to realize it to remind him of—

“Sans!” a soft gentle voice cried from the doorway, its owner came rushing in to scoop up the now awaken chartreux, purring affectionately on her arms. The skeleton stood there, dumbfounded to hear his name being called out, only to see it was addressed to this cat.

“ahem.” He coughed, calling the brunette’s attention, “sorry, but sans?” he clarified.

“Oh, my cat. His name’s Sans.” the girl smiled, as a blue hue slowly crept its way to either side of his cheekbones.

“Why? Is there something wrong?” she asked.

“no, it’s fine… ‘cause my name’s also sans.” he introduced, holding out his hand. Upon realization of his words, she giggled before shaking his extended hand, his blue tint darkening in various shades of cyan.

“Sorry! I didn’t know your name was Sans. I just thought it suits him well.” She admitted, holding out her cat for him to look at, “He’s a bit lazy sometimes, but he’s actually really sweet.”

“ya could say, it’s purrfect?” he said, raising one of his nonexistent eyebrows, making the girl giggle once more at the pun he gave out.

“Meow that’s horrible!” she laughed.

“ouch, i’m feline hurt by yer words.”

The two continued to laugh, throwing each other puns, while Ms. Pearl couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them. After a long pause, the skeleton remembered something.

“aren’t ya that girl in the book convention? ya know, manga gal? alphys’ friend?”

“Oh, Al! Now that I think about it, I did see that skull of yours back at the convention. Yeah, that’s me. I’m Frisk, by the way. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.” She apologized, blushing in embarrassment.

“what a coincidence. my little ragdoll here is frisk.” He announced, amused by the situation, smiling widely, “it suits her well. frisky. she’s kittenish to be exact.” He paused, eyeing back at the lady from head to toe, “she resembles ya a lot, i see.”

Pink roses bloomed on her fairly pale-toned complexion at his statement, it caught her off guard.

“D-don’t be so sure about that.” she shyly said, “You don’t know me that well yet.”

“then i’d like to get to know ya better over dinner. will ya?” he asked, his white ivory skull all dusted in a dark blue shade, while her on the other hand was red in fluster.

“S-sure.”

“Mew!” went little Frisk, jumping off of Sans’ arms to land on the white cat, making the human girl drop them on the ground below. The tiny ragdoll continued tackling the chartreux, who now seemed to tackle back for revenge. They laughed at their cuteness.

“We should better bring our cats with us.”

“yeah, we should. but that’ll be a catastrophe.”

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A/n: This felt a bit rushed once again, yet adorable, am I right? Anyways, I hope ya all liked the oneshot, and… yeah, I don’t know what else to say. Cat got my tongue. ;D