This is just a little fluff that popped into my head. I thought I would share.
I don't own Bones.
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Booth had come home early from work and had found that Brennan had already beat him home. She had a cold and gone by the school and picked up Christine a little earlier than was normal. Checking on Brennan, Booth found her asleep in their bedroom. Booth then checked and found Christine in the den, watching the Cartoon Channel. Booth felt like he had a cold too and wanted to just lie down. Not wanting to bother Brennan, Booth went into the living room and lay on the couch. He was asleep in less than three minutes.
Booth had been asleep for about an hour when he felt a little finger move his left eye lid. Waking up instantly, Booth found himself staring at his daughter, holding a rather big cat. Rubbing his left eye, Booth said, "What's wrong, baby?"
Holding her cat tightly, Christine said, "Daddy, I went out to play in the backyard and found Boots. He was crying. I rescued him. He's lost and I rescued him. Can I keep him?"
Sighing, Booth sat up and looked at Christine and her cat. "That's a pretty big cat, Christine. He looks like he weighs over ten pounds. Isn't he too heavy for you to carry?"
Shaking her head, Christine said, "He's not heavy Daddy. He loves me."
Looking at the battered ears and the partially healed cut on his back, Booth thought the cat was a real street fighter. "Look honey, I don't think you want that cat. He's probably too old to adopt. Why don't you put him outside and we'll talk to Mommy about getting a puppy."
Shaking her head, Christine said, "No Daddy. Boots loves me. I want him. I don't want a puppy."
Reaching out his hand, Booth stroked the cats back. Surprised, Booth heard the cat purr. Smiling, Booth got up from the couch and said, "Let's go get the guy a bowl of milk and something to eat."
Nodding her head, Christine followed her Dad into the kitchen. Getting out the milk, Booth poured some in to a bowl and put it on the floor. Setting down her cat, Christine watched Boots walk over to the bowl and started to drink. Seeing that success, Booth found a can of his albacore, opened the can and put some in a dish. That was a success too.
Sitting next to her cat, Christine looked up at her Dad and said, "Can we keep him?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth said, "We'll have to check with your Mom first. You know your Mom isn't crazy about cats. She's a dog person."
Shrugging her own shoulders, Christine said, "It's my birthday next month. Can't I have Boots as a birthday present? I'm going to be six. I'm old enough for a cat. Michael Hodgins has two cats and three dogs."
Smiling, Booth said, "Yeah, well, his Dad is a bug and slime guy. He'd keep a zoo if your Aunt Angela would let him. Mom is a bones person, big difference."
Sighing, Christine said, "Does that mean I can't keep him or I can keep him?"
Rubbing his head, Booth said, "You can keep him until we talk to your Mom."
Walking back into the living room, Booth lay down on the couch and went back to sleep.
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Booth had been asleep for about two hours when Booth felt a hand shake his shoulder. Looking up, Booth found himself looking at Brennan. Her arms were folded across her chest and she was frowning.
"Do you know there's a cat lying on your legs?" Brennan asked.
Looking down towards his legs, Booth found Boots sleeping. Smiling, Booth looked at Brennan and said, "Oh that's Boots. He's my new cat."
Frowning, Brennan said, "Since when do you have a cat?"
Seeing movement to the right of Brennan, Booth saw Christine staring at him. She was wringing her hands. A habit she had when she was nervous.
Sighing, Booth said, "I rescued him. He loves me and I'm going to keep him. I think Christine wants a pet so I'll share him with her."
Hearing Christine behind her, Brennan turned to see Christine and her nervous habit. Looking back at Booth, Brennan asked, "And what do I call the newest member of the family?"
Smiling, Booth said, "Boots Booth."
Shaking her head, Brennan said, "Sucker."
Christine, seeing her mother turn around and leave the room, walked over to her Dad and said, "Thanks Daddy. What's a sucker?"
Smiling, Booth reached out and rubbed his thumb on the side of Christine's face, "I am. Since the day you were born."
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Fluffy I know. I hope you liked it anyways.
