Ah, look. I've succumbed.

Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, Jenny would be Rose's daughter as well (cloned from hers and the Doctor's DNA or whatever, I don't care), David Tennant would NEVER leave the show, EVER, RTD would be gone ages back, and I would know the outcome of series 4.

Blame: Capemaynuts.

WARNING: Un-betad.

-BAD WOLF-

All right. So his daughter was cloned from stolen DNA, his species was dead (except for her) and his planet gone and it was his fault, the woman he loved was stranded in another universe and that was his fault, Donna was now travelling with him, his cat had run off in the 32nd century and come back acting strangely before vanishing altogether, and his ship wasn't talking to him. Could his life get any worse?

Apparently it could.

He nearly tripped over the small, fluffy carbon copy of Kyle and wondered if the cat had accidentally wandered into a temporal anomaly and regressed to kittenhood.

And then he found another small, fluffy carbon copy.

And then he found Kyle, purring quite contentedly, with several other kittens falling over him— her, the Doctor corrected himself sharply.

"You're," managed the Doctor. The kitten he was holding squirmed and he put it on the floor.

Kyle blinked as if to say, "What?"

The Doctor sighed and fought the growing urge to bang his head against the wall.

One cat he could understand. One cat he could handle. He could have one cat without being a cat person. But six?

So. His daughter was cloned from stolen DNA, his species was dead (apart from her) and his planet gone and it was his fault, the woman he loved was stranded in another universe and that was his fault, Donna was now travelling with him, his cat had run off in the 32nd century and come back acting strangely before vanishing altogether and then reappearing with a litter of kittens, and his ship was laughing at him.

Brilliant.

He had to admit they were kind of cute, though.

-BAD WOLF-

I'm bored... I've got a violin recital today. -irked face-