I like to think of them as OUR arrows

It was easy to imagine Matt sprawled on his couch and with these two little critters running up and down his body and chasing each other as he struggled not to pass out. Only then Kate realized: she couldn't still imagine him on his own couch, Matt would be homing these two in her apartment.

It added a sweet layer to it all.

"Honestly, Clint," Kate shook her head, even though she knew she shouldn't be shocked in the slightest. "Your kids are the sweetest. Of course they went for the mom." The fur behind the ears of the little ginger kitten was nothing but soft fuzz, her lips finding the top of the head of the kitten as she looked at how comfortable their mom was. She's a lucky cat, having found a home of five who would all pamper her and shower her with love every day. "You and Laura are probably glad to keep the most chill one of them all, huh? And extra perk to having those awesome kids."

As Clint approached her with the tiny calico, Kate reached out to pet her too. With that long fur she was like a tiny, breathing cloud. The ginger, almost as if it was sensing he didn't have Kate's full attention anymore, craned his neck and allowed his little tiny tongue to lick at Kate's mouth.

Indeed, a lady's man.

Kate melted instantly.

"Oh, dude. You're the sweetest," Kate pointed out in the softest of voices. "Clint, I think my ovaries just exploded."

Meanwhile, the calico herself seemed to be trying to get the attention of the man she also considered her dad. A little paw reached over to his cheek, patting it lightly in what seemed to be some petting of her own. How come something so tiny could purr that loud.

"I think someone is working extra-hours to steal your heart."