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Why did York have a squeaking thing. Why did he have something that sounded alive. He held out his hands, hoping this wouldn't come back to bite him, physically or otherwise. "Okay?"

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It was a small bundle, something not entirely unlike a blanket that was warm and, when he set it in Wash's hands, moving just a little. There was another teeny, tiny squeak that may have sounded like a 'mew'. Then a little pink nose poked out from under the blanket.

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For a moment, Wash just stared. No way. He couldn't have. He gingerly pulled back the top of the blanket to reveal a tiny calico kitten. It looked up at him and mewed again, a squeaky little sound, and his heart melted. For a moment he missed Melody so much it hurt-

But this was a different thing entirely. This was a kitten, and it was his. "Oh my God," he finally managed, voice quiet, "you got me a cat."

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"I think when they're that small they're called kittens." There it was. There was the dopey, awe filled look he'd missed in the Rookie that was no longer a rookie. Didn't matter that it probably wouldn't be pointed at anyone in particular ever again, the Project beat that out of them and everything that came after...

But York considered his mission accomplished. "Happy belated birthday, buddy."

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He could reply to York being a smartass, or he could pay attention to the kitten in his hands and grin like an idiot when it started kneading his palm. No contest, really. "Oh my God," he repeated, still quietly overwhelmed.

It was a few moments before practicality kicked in. "Does she have food? Does she have her shots? Is she- no, she's too small to be spayed yet." Wait. Hang on. "Where did you get her?"

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It was a cute picture, Wash and the teeny thing he'd liberated for him. Of course the moment didn't last and the questions began. "Yes, yes, no, uh....couple of blocks from here? Commercial district."

It's a few tins of tuna but- that's cat food, right? Right. Also a tiny catbox with sand that had been with her when he picked her up.

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"The commercial district?" Wash paused, raising an eyebrow. In his experience, that place was expensive. "Where did you get the money for that?"

The comments about how tuna was not cat food, let alone kitten food, would come later.

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"...well-" He didn't really.


Buy.


The kitten.

Technically speaking.

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Oh for fuck's sake. "Did you at least check to make sure nobody else was going to adopt her first?"

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"Yep!" What was he, some kind of asshole?

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Well, he had just stolen a kitten, so kind of, yeah.

"And you're sure."

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"Absolutely positive!" He did do some recon on the cat before the job- the acquisition- GETTING her for Wash. Duh. "Got her some food and a small catbox and litter and a few toys to get you started."

Kibble is for kittens, right? Right.