Tatum was never allowed to own pets because of her brother Dewey being allergic to most animal hair, and none of her other friends had any pets either, so when you told her you rescued a kitten and were going to keep it, she was quick to drive her happy ass over to your house (after a quick phone call to confirm you were home and fine with it).

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Tatum smile so wide—not even at you, and you were her partner. She practically blew right past you as soon as she heard the jingle of the kitten’s collar, the tiny cat bounding towards her, tail twitching as it sniffed at her legs and rubbed against them.

“Aww, hi…” she whispered, carefully picking the kitten up, holding it protectively against her chest, scratching behind its ear. “It’s so cute, babe.” She mumbled, shifting her gaze to you.