"I'd say you could get another cat, but they don't always get along. At least, the ones we had growing up didn't." Hell, Marley's cat had pretty much just lived in her eldest brother's room and refused to come out of there, no matter how hard Fable had tried to coax the poor little thing out. In the end, she'd just sat on his bedroom floor and let the kitty come to her, and there was nothing Marley had been able to do about it, at the end of the day. "Perhaps it would be different, seeing as Mittens is a familiar. It's been forever since I've had an actual pet." Living with wolves did that to you.
With the baby in one arm, the diaper bag slung over the opposite shoulder and her drink in hand, Fable nodded her thanks and headed on out. Having another mother as a friend was great, because it was someone to commiserate with when times were bad, and someone to hang out with while the kids played. Being the only adult on the playground was never fun. "Even if she doesn't always remember that she can't be a puppy all the time," she said, kissing the baby's head. Ainsley just giggled, as if the baby knew she was going to get to shift soon.