"Mama? Don't tell me that's going to be some new nickname of mine." Taking the other kittens, though they wiggled and squirmed in her arms, she brought them into the house and set them on the makeshift bed.
The kittens were cautious. They sniffed the sheets, the crate, the litterbox, the bowl of water, and everything all around. Natasha held her breath, hoping the mother dog and her kittens would approve of everything. She almost forgot Clint was around.
It was a minute later that she remembered him. Turning to her demon, she asked, "What do you think? Think they like it? Do they have names? Do we get to name them?"