"You have to pick a name for her," Dark told her, still crouched by the carrier and Alec. This still wasn't something he felt particularly thrilled about, he would have still preferred to wait, but... family was about compromise, wasn't it? And Cooger swore this was the most perfect cat for their family, even though she was only nineteen weeks old. She was the one, out of all the cats at the cabin, he had picked up and snuggled, claiming she was great. So. It would be fine. He supposed it would be fine. And, she was black. So she looked proper.
Daizi only beamed, lacking any of the concerns her husband still had. Alec was doing better, cats didn't take that much work, and anyway she liked to snuggle kittens. She was certain during the workday, that kitten would be sleeping in her lap. "What do you think, habibi?"