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The multicolored kitten snuggled between her breasts.Lucky cat.”I thought maybe something like….Sweetums.””What? That’s a wussy name. She’d totally get her ass kicked by all the other neighborhood cats. You can’t call her…that. See I can’t even say it. It’s too ridiculous.”Abby chuckled, and the sound drifted over him like a warm breeze.”I suppose you want me to call her Rowdy, or Bullet or Chainsaw,” she said.”Those aren’t bad.” He liked it when she teased him. “Maybe you could name her something like Flash, or Blaze, or Storm.”Or maybe I could call her pooty pie.””Oh my God.” He slapped his forehead. “You’re killing me. You’d be better off sticking with Sweetums.””Ha!” She pointed her finger at him. “You said it.” Before he could wrap his hand around that finger and pull her against him, he gave the kitten-who purred contentedly between Abby’s breasts-a rub between the ears.Lucky damn cat.
