Fiona looked up, blinking at Michael innocently. "Yes Michael?"
Michael pointed directly at the little ball of fur in her arms. "That is not living here, you know that, right?"
Fiona looked down to it, her lips jutting out in a pout. "But he's so cute."
"It's a cat, Fi."
She held it up to present it to him. "It's a kitten!" she corrected. "Can't we adopt it?"
"No," Michael said quickly, holding up both hands in defense. "No, no, no, absolutely not!"
The kitten made a sort of pathetic mewling sound, wide eyes blinking slowly at Michael. Fiona's pout deepened.
"What, Michael?" She was putting on her stubborn face now, changing tactic. Michael glared at her angrily before changing tactic himself.
"Where in the world did you get it, anyway?"
She'd pulled it close to her again, petting it comfortingly like Michael was some scary monster she needed to protect it from. The kitten, however, just kept staring at Michael like it was somehow going to win him over with its big sad eyes. Michael gave it a glare for good measure.
"He followed me home," Fi answered, her voice going back to sickeningly sweet as she scritched the kitten behind the ears. Michael scoffed.
"You do realize how old that trick is, Fi?"
She looked up to him, a hard gleam in her eyes. "He did!"
Michael rolled his eyes. "Sure, fine, whatever. Give it to a shelter then!"
"First off, Michael," Fi said, glaring at him stonily. "He is a 'he' not an 'it'-"
"How do you know that?"
"I had cats growing up! Second off, they'd put him to sleep in a few days if no one came to adopt him!"
Michael shook his head. "Not my problem."
Fiona gaped for a moment. The kitten continued to blink at Michael.
"I'm not letting him die," she said finally, "when I could just as easily give him a place to live, food to eat and water to drink!"
"What about a litter box, Fi?" Michael pointed out. "You going to take care of that, too? Because if it starts to stink up the house-"
"I'll take care of it!" Fiona promised. "Less maintenance than a dog!"
Michael glared at her, fishing for some logical argument he could present. Fiona lowered her head so it was at the same level as the kitten's and mimicked the big sad eyes.
Michael scowled at her darkly. The kitten gave a loud mewl as if he knew he'd won.
"Fine," Michael said shortly. Fiona smiled triumphantly, pulling the kitten in close and giving him a gentle squeeze.
"But, Fi?" Michael continued. "This means you're not allowed to bug me about having kids anymore."
Fiona only grinned.
A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!