Anna still couldn't help smiling. Kittens at this age were as impressionable as young children were. It was either her bad joke or his, but either way she assumed it wasn't the kitten. He probably hadn't spent enough time around his mother to be named. This was adorable no matter how Crowley wanted to play it off. Not to mention Cas was going to be unbelievably irritated when he found out it was Crowley that named the kitten he got her.
"Not yet." Cas had made her toast earlier but she hadn't touched it. Or maybe that was yesterday? She couldn't remember. Some days she couldn't it. Took too much energy to digest, sometimes her body refused. Sometimes she just slept all day. It was starting to get bad, worse even. And she wasn't sure how to deal with that. So she just didn't.