"Sebastian, pray tell, what is this doing in the dining room?"

The butler looked up from his half-prepared delicacy. The color drained from his face upon seeing the box of catnip the young Earl was holding up. "Ah, young master—I must've forgotten about that—"

"Sebastian," warned Ciel in an exasperated tone. "I told you, I strictly prohibit any cats in the manor. Whatever it is that you brought in, no, you're not allowed to keep it. That is an order, Sebastian."

The demon butler blinked, defeated. "Ah—er…yes, young master."

Ciel gave Sebastian one last warning glare before returning his focus back on the newspaper he had been reading.

"Sebastian, how long will it take to get to Stone Harbor? Two hours?"

"One and a half, if we're quick. If not, then most likely Two."

Ciel nodded and flipped a page.

While his young master was distracted by the morning paper, Sebastian took the opportunity to sneak out of the kitchen and into his room downstairs. It would be really quick, the young master won't notice.

He quietly approached the dusty old cabinet in the far corner of his room. Careful not to make it creak, he slowly opened the door.

"Come here, kitty… It's alright," Sebastian purred.

He held out his hands for the kitten to jump on. He honestly wasn't expecting what would come next.

"I won't hurt you. Come on—

The small kitten stepped out. It gave a curious look to Sebastian then its eyes suddenly gleamed with delight.

It started to sing.

"NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN"

Ciel jumped at the sudden noise (literally) which sent his teacup flying. What. The. Bloody. Hell. Is. That?

"SEBASTIAANNNN!"

"Hush, hush, now…" said Sebastian hurriedly (and somewhat frantically too.) "Quiet, otherwise the young master will hear you and—

"SEBASTIAN! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Sebastian sighed. Too late.

The butler straightened himself up, tightened his grip on the small animal and waited as his young master to stomp down the stairs, demanding an explanation.

"I TOLD YOU SEVERAL TIMES I WILL NOT TOLERATE CATS IN THE HOUSE. MUCH LESS, SINGING ONES—"

Ciel stopped in his steps upon seeing the animal in his butler's hands. He blinked.

"Is that a biscuit?"

Sebastian glanced at the body of the kitten he was holding. "Ah—it's a pop tart, sir."

"A pop tart?"

"A popular brand of biscuits in the future."

"Future? What the—Is that a rainbow trailing from its hind?"

"A glittery rainbow, sir," Sebastian corrected.

Ciel blinked disbelievingly a few times and groaned. "Call Aberline and tell him I won't be meeting him today. I'm going to rest."

"Yes, young master. And may I—

"No. You can't keep it."

Sebastian had to bite his tongue to keep from saying, But it's a flying singing kitten with a pop tart body and a rainbow tail!

"Yes, young master."

Sebastian watched silently as his master climbed up the stairs. He waited until he was sure his young master was out of earshot and smiled devilishly.

"NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN—

"SEBASTIAAANNNNNNNNNNNN!"