" The multicolored kitten snuggled between her breasts.Lucky cat." I thought maybe something like....Sweetums." " What? That's a wussy name. She'd totally get her ass kicked by all the other neighborhood cats. You can't call her...that. See I can't even say it. It's too ridiculous." Abby chuckled, and the sound drifted over him like a warm breeze." I suppose you want me to call her Rowdy, or Bullet or Chainsaw," she said." Those aren't bad." He liked it when she teased him. " Maybe you could name her something like Flash, or Blaze, or Storm." Or maybe I could call her pooty pie." " Oh my God." He slapped his forehead. " You're killing me. You'd be better off sticking with Sweetums." " Ha!" She pointed her finger at him. " You said it." Before he could wrap his hand around that finger and pull her against him, he gave the kitten-who purred contentedly between Abby's breasts-a rub between the ears.Lucky damn cat. "