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[Dr. Klim had not been long at Black Jack's clinic. He had asked if he could come by for a drink, and had passed out early and ended up spending the night. It wasn't as though he had a home to go back to, and so the Doctor's hospitality (and her considerable patience with him) was very much appreciated.

He'd overslept that morning. When he woke up, Black Jack had left on some errand. The Doctor's daughter was either out, or minding her own business. He spent the rest of that morning relearning how to cook, making a rather modest and burnt breakfast for himself, and surveying the clinic. Though it smelt like medicine and tobacco, it was a nice place. It felt cozy and open, but he couldn't help but feel that its atmosphere could be improved upon by a small and fluffy domesticated animal.

A rather suspicious-sounding mewling coming from behind the front door eventually drew Dr. Klim from his tour. Hm, that almost sounded like a...]

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[A cat. A tiny, skinny, rat of a thing with a lacerated paw, wrapped up in Black Jack's coat as she fumbled with the key to the door. It had hobbled behind her while she had been in town, meowing patheticly until she had scooped it up and taken it with her. Normally she wouldn't have bothered with it, but the animal must have caught her in a charitable mood.]

Hold still!

[But the cat would not stay still, wriggling and mewing as she pushed the door open with her hip. Once she was safely inside, Black Jack let it loose into the house.]

I hope you're not allergic.

[There is a melodramatic gasp as the clinic door opens. His poor host is completely ignored at the sight of the helpless animal.

Cat! There's a cat!

Without another word to Black Jack, Sigma presses his hands to his face in indignation.]

You purrr little thing! What sort of terrible meownster would do this to a lady?!

[Though it probably just cut its paw on glass or other debris, Sigma begins to fawn over it as though it were dying. He follows after the animal, chasing it in every direction and making soothing noises to try and draw it close.]

[Sigma's behavior really should have shocked her more than it did; but then again, odder things had come out of his mouth. She let him chase the cat as she shook fur from her coat and left her heels at the door.]

Let me know when you catch it.

[Might as well let him do the dirty work if he's so concerned about the stray's health. And in the meantime, she'll gather up the necessary supplies to patch it up.]

[He finally coaxes the cat into meeting his hand for a headrub, and soon he's stroking it with a surprising gentleness for his sturdy arms.]

She isn't an "it," meow dear. She is a purrecious little angel.

[When the cat is coaxed into a false sense of security, Sigma scoops her up and makes it to the living room. Sigma sits down on the couch, as slowly and tenderly as a mother would handle a baby, and stares at Black Jack until she would choose to bring over the medical supplies. The cat might be clawing his face; Sigma doesn't seem to notice.]

Fine, then hold her still for me.

[She gave an exasperated sigh as she sat down with him on the couch. Honestly, he was as bad as Pinoko was with Largo.]

...are you doing that on purpose?

[Those are some awful puns, Sigma.]

Mewing what?

[The puns had become such a normal thing for Sigma that he hardly notices it anymore.]

Oh, nyas, that. It's just a tic I've had since I was a kitten. It goes awmewy on its own.

[He begins to stroke the cat again, ignoring her protests as he holds on to her paw with his other hand. Soon, a low, rumbling purr can faintly be heard. Odd, the cat still seems restless.]

If you say so.

[You are one weird old man. But interesting and mostly harmless, which is probably why Black Jack let's him stick around.]

[While Sigma has the cat restrained she gets to work on the injured paw. It's not too bad even though it requires stitches, and miraculously the wound seems clear of infection. It doesn't take her long to patch it up and wrap the paw up in a clean bandage.]

There. She'll be fine in a week or two.

[As much as Black Jack might say to the contrary, her soft spot for animals ran a mile wide. After everything else it had gone through, the cat was amazingly well behaved as she scratched behind one of it's ears. It was also then that she realized that the stray was utterly silent.]

[The stare then directed at her partner may have been a bit judgemental.]

[Sigma scratches the cat's ear in kind. But the purring stops the second Black Jack's glare began. Sigma looks up, eye wide, and raises his eyebrow innocently.]

Is there a purroblem? She'll be fine, myeows?

She'll be fine, yes, but it's you who seems to have a problem. That's more than just a 'tic'.

[She crosses her arms and gives him an amused look this time.]

What caused this fixation on anything feline? Did your parents never let you have a pet?

Well now that you mewntion it, our landlord did not ameow us to have pets.

But I did adopt a house of cats when I was a kitten meowself.

[He immediately drops the line of conversation, cuddling with the kitty and minding her paw.]

...I have read that animals are good for the health in one's old age, and she will need a pawson to look after her. Can purrrrrlease keep her, if you don't want her?

That explains... some of it, I guess.

[DUDE YOU'RE WEIRD.]

If you want to. It's obvious she doesn't belong to anyone.

...hold on.

[She thinks on this arrangement for a moment, and while it sounds good on the surface, because god knows she doesn't need another animal to get fur everywhere, there might be a flaw in this plan.]

Sigma, where do you even live?

[Uh. Hahahahaha! Funny you should ask that. He stops and looks to the ceiling thoughtfully.]

...Well, meow that you should mention it, I suppaws I have been drifting from hotel to hotel in an overly prolonged vacation. I'm not too fond of my purrent residence, you see.

[She heaves a sigh and shakes her head. This was exactly what she wass afraid of.]

You can't keep a cat if you're moving all over the place. You'll stress it out.

And if home is so bad you don't want to be there, then you're not taking an animal into that environment.

[Says the woman who swears she isn't a vet.]

[This news is absolutely devastating to Dr. Klim. He looks extremely disappointed. His only course of action now is to make big, wide puppy-eyes at the other Doctor.... though it's admittedly hard to do with one cybernetic monocle. And when almost 70.]

[Oh for the love of god.]

[It's not going to work.]

[...alright maybe it will, if only for the fact Sigma looks so damn pathetic.]

...the cat stays here.

[He still looks crestfallen. He looks as if this is the worst news of his life. He'd grown so attached to her in the couple of minutes he's been holding her.]

Oh.... Well.... You'll take good care of her, won't mew?

[Good lord he's good at that guilt thing. And he's not even trying, which somehow makes it worse.]

I'm not taking care of her. I have other things to do.

[She shrugs dramatically.]

Oh where am I going to find someone to babysit this furball?

[Where indeed.]

[Black Jack, how could you?! He thought better of her! How dare she abandon a lady! This poor kitten, lost in the world without anyone to turn t-

Oh. Oh!

Looking extremely excited about this, he slowly raises a gloved paw. ...Hand.]

Me-ow?

[She's trying really, really hard not to laugh. It might not be working.]

Yes, you. Who else? If you're that concerned about her, then you can look after her.

[And she's sure she'll regret the next part at somepoint, but she won't dwell on that at the moment.]

You might as well stay here, too.

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