Ugh. Disgustingly adorably disgusting. Fisher watched Will's little play, shooting Minerva an unimpressed look. (Minerva looked both freaked out and totally comfortable, a feat only kittens can achieve.) Slowly, a smirk crept up over Fisher's lips. "I'm gonna call him Daddy Willy from now on," he said to the cat, taking a drink from the bottle and handing offering it over to Will.
"I think I like 'Fishy' even less than 'Fish'. But you like that stupid cat so much, you keep her." He would not admit how much he liked waking up to the stupid black ball of poof laying next to his head purring. EVen now, Minerva and Will looked damn adorable. "Hear that, dumb cat?" he said to her, leaning close. "Go live with someone who wants you." In response, Minerva mewed at him, obviously annoyed, and swatted him on the nose. He frowned at her.