So I get home from work this afternoon and Spike (the newest kitten) is running around my feet, wanting his once or twice daily serving of canned cat food mixed with kitten formula.
He's dancing so prettily, mewing in his
fake accent high pitched voice and purring when I lean down to pet him ...
And I'm telling the other cats - including teh!eval, but incredibly handsome Angelus - how cute he is and I'm calling Spike little one.
Spike = Little One
My life has become fanfic, obviously.