A/N: Kittens, boots and Malcolm Reynolds – these are a few of my favourite things. For Jane : )

Disclaimer: If I owned Firefly, I wouldn't be brightening my friend's day by writing drabbles about it.


Mal began to slide his foot into his boot.

"Ouch!"

He yanked it straight back out again.

"Ta ma de, what in the ruttin' hell was that?"

He peered inside his shoe to see a ball of black fluff and two yellow eyes looking back at him.

"Zoe, don't suppose you can tell me how come there's a gorram kitten in my ruttin' boot?"

"Couldn't say, sir. Must've snuck on board last time we were dirtside," she replied.

"Gorram thing stuck me with its claws!" he said indignantly.

Zoe arched an eyebrow. "Shall I carry you to the infirmary, sir?"


Ta ma de – F#ck me blind