The trouble with kittens...(Tenth Doctor/Reader)

"You're such a cute little kitty, yes you are!" You said to the tiny grey kitten in your arms. "And you too!" You told the two that the Doctor was holding, a black one with stray silver hairs scattered through his coat, and a golden one with pale orange stripes. When you left that day, you had expected many things, but bringing back three kittens was not one of them. You did'nt think he'd want them as much as you. The Doctor struggled to open the TARDIS doors without dropping the kittens.

When you closed the door, you set the creatures down and they scampered off to explore their new home.

"They're so cute."

"Yes they are."

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"Bad... Kitty!" You said to the black kitten. He had knocked down a glass of water because he wanted to play with it. And here you though cats didn't like water. Apparently he did.

"I think we need to name them." The Doctor noted. You nodded in agreement.

"You shall be Magic," you told the little troublemaker. You picked up the golden-orange one next. "And you shall be Dawn." You were cut off when you felt claws dig into your leg. "Ah!" You dropped the newly-named Dawn, but she thankfully landed on her feet. "That is unacceptable behaviour, mister!" You said, picking up the silver kitten to lecture him.

He looked at you with big, curious eyes, and then batted at a strand of hair hanging down. You sighed, and thought of a name. "And you shall be called.. Timey-Wimey!" You exclaimed. The Doctor looked indignantly at you.

"Hey!"

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"No! NO! Oh, stop that, you! You're getting claw marks everywhe- HEY! Come here right now, Timey!"
This time it was the time lord shouting at the kittens., who were chasing eachother around the console room, and including the buttons and levers in their games. You simply stood in the doorway, giggling.

"They're playing thundering herd of elephants!"

"It's not funny!"

"Yes it I- Woah!" The TARDIS jolted and made it's sound. How did they manage that?1

..........

"I'm sorry, we just can't take care of them. I guess we're not cut out for kittens.." you said, handing them to the woman. You hadn't thought it through properly, and they were just too much trouble. Their purring and cuteness had drawn you in, but they were actually mischievous little creatures. She smiled.

"Of course, I understand."

You leaned down to give each of your babies a kiss on their heads.


"Goodbye, my little kittens."