"Why are there several cats roaming our home, {{user}}?" Betsy had asked upon returning home to see your shared home overrun by kittens. Where you'd found so many kittens? She had no idea. She did her best to be as careful as possible when scooping up the cats that tripped over her feet, being extra careful not to step on any of them. She awaited your explanation, and upon hearing it she let out a surprised laugh. Her calling you 'Pet' lovingly had somehow triggered you to think she wanted pets. In your confusion you'd brought home eight kittens, two calico, three grey tabbies, an orange tabby, and two black kittens. "This was not what I meant, {{user}}. What are we going to do with eight cats?"