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30- John Lennon

With some difficulty, I managed to twist the door knob and open the door to our flat, which creaked a bit and reminded me that it needed oiling.

Balancing the door with my foot, the little ball of fur in my arms snuggled deeper in the crook of my elbow, leaving me cooing at its adorableness.

"You're quite the cutie, aren't you?" I spoke in a hushed baby's voice, kicking the door with my foot so as to shut it behind me as I began to walk up to John's reclined figure near the window.

The little black kitten only meowed shyly, rubbing its face against my arm and causing me to giggle a bit, which was only spurred on by the sight of John beginning to whistle an unfamiliar tune.

No matter what that man said, he really could never sit completely still without creating any form of music. Humming, whistling, tapping his fingers and feet, whatever it was, he managed to create a symphony of his own with his body.

With a grin on my face, I slowly padded over to his limp form, with the kitten's tail brushing along my arm and quivering a bit in anticipation as it scampered to hide under my shirt. Meanwhile, my lover turned his head to me, his amber irises meeting mine in a smile, crow's feet appearing at the side of his eyes.

"You're back early," he said happily, extending his arm so he could lazily touch my thigh, which was the nearest body part he could touch, "Wouldn't complain one bit, but that's not the usual."

"I finished much earlier, and decided to go treat myself to a small gift," I shrugged, the smile threatening to break out again, "Thought you'd like to see it too."

Almost as if it were rehearsed, the little ball of fur chose that moment to meowl meekly and pop out of my v-neck, falling like a tumbleweed onto John's chest, with no more than a small thump, while his eyes comically went wide like saucers.

A nervous mew escaped the shivering kitten as he helplessly stood rigidly still, doing nothing but glancing at me in exasperation then proceeding to eye the tabby warily. Slowly, tentatively, a veined hand rose to pat her small back, earning yet another soft meow that seemed to express the satisfaction she felt.

Taking that as a green light, he let a half-smile grace his now-less-stressed face, as a bony finger brushed back her glimmering hair between her ears and to her nose.

Purring a little greedily, she pushed against his skin, and he couldn't help the chuckle that airily escaped his lips, limbs slightly unfolding as he sat half-upright, the kitten holding onto him for dear life as he did so.

"She's quite the cuddler," he pointed out in a sweet voice, carrying her in his arms momentarily before letting her down on the floor to play with the ends of his pajama pants.

"Takes after her new daddy, doesn't she?" I playfully teased as he rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Taking a seat beside him, he let me curl up against his chest, much like our new pet had done just seconds ago, the only difference being him stroking my side deftly. As we watched her playing with the spare bit of string at the end of his pants, with melting hearts and joyous smiles on our faces, John turned to me.

"What'll we call her?"

I pondered it for a moment, as she chose that moment to chew at the red string.

"Nibbles," I giggled as she innocently peeked up at the mention of her new name, apparently taking a liking to it as she meowed, "It fits her."

"Nibbles it is."

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