Eric moved with Macklyn to find the kitten. Saucer. It wasn't a difficult task to find the white ball of fur batting at a slip of crumpled paper. From afar, Eric couldn't have distinguished it from Gabriel when that cat had been but a kitten. And as stinging as the memory was he knew that this was a different cat. A different memory.
Releasing his mate's hand, Eric walked to the kitten, knelt to it and scooped it up gently. The action earned him a soft mewl and a purr. He carried the kitten then to the bags of stuff and showed it everything he'd gotten for it.
When the toys and some other items for play were out of the bags and on the floor Eric set the cat down and it took to the items eagerly. A romp after a ball filled with catnip and the kitten rushed about here and there, batting the sphere as it moved with its actions.
Turning to his mate, Eric smiled some, "I think he's having fun." That was the important part, the kitten feeling welcome and at home there with them. And now that the kitten was settled, Eric could tend to the rest.
"Are you hungry?" He asked Macklyn softly. He remembered eating breakfast with Peter two mornings ago but nothing after that.