You barely had time to open the door before a tiny gray kitten brushed against your leg. Then an orange one sprawled lazily across the welcome mat.

With a sigh, you stepped inside. “Felicia.”

From the couch, your impossibly gorgeous, infuriating girlfriend grinned, a black kitten curled in her lap. “Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?”

You crossed your arms. “How many?”

Felicia blinked innocently. “How many what?”

“Cats.”

She bit her lip. “Um… five?”

A sixth trotted out of the kitchen.

“Six,” she corrected quickly, climbing into your lap before you could argue. “But they had nowhere else to go! And you’re always saying I should stop stealing things, sooo…” She kissed your neck. “Now I rescue instead.”

You groaned. “That’s not the same thing.”

She smirked. “I did steal your heart.”

With her lips on yours and a kitten purring in your lap, you sighed. You were already doomed.