AN -I just had to get my Lizzie out to play again. Of course I own none of the others in this fic, and I'm making no financial gain from any of this, but the desire to storm NBC's office and kick some cheerleader butt...
Anyway, enjoy.
Oh, Lord, no!
Jordan dropped her bag, her mp3 player landed on the table and her jaw landed on her chest. There in the middle of her bed lay her beloved cat, Lizzie. Liz had put on weight lately and wasn't quite as active as she had been. Jordan had assumed that she was just getting older, growing out of kitten-hood, blossoming under excellent care and (quite expensive) food.
Turns out it was none of the above.
Jordan flipped open her phone, and called Woody. "Congratulations. You're a grandfather, or an uncle or something."
"Jordan?"
"I said congratulations. You would think a medical doctor would have some idea what pregnancy looks like…"
"JORDAN? We haven't…"
"I'm not talking about me, it's Lizzie."
"Lizzie's pregnant?" Woody sighed in relief. "Wow! So she found a boyfriend that time she escaped. When do you think the kittens will arrive? Uh, what are you going to do with them?"
"Lizzie's not pregnant."
Silence.
"Woody?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"There's a very proud cat sitting in the middle of my bed, the throw blanket is bunched up in a nest, and there are five – nope, six kittens in there. Looks like they've all bellied up to the bar and it's lunch time. My blanket, and probably most of the bedding, is ruined."
Another brief pause ensued, before Jordan thought she heard a light snicker.
"So, you're telling me that Jordan Cavanaugh is now the owner of SEVEN cats? This I have got to see!"
Jordan's voice box let a small moan of despair escape. "Why me?"
"Because, God knows you need someone to love. Besides me, that is. Look I'm off now, I'll come meet the kids. I haven't seen new kittens in a long time."
"Great. Can you pick up something tall, cold and very alcoholic on the way? Thanks. Bye."
Jordan stared at Lizzie, who very calmly returned the stare. The cat couldn't figure out why her pet was just standing there. It would seem appropriate for her to come over and visit the kittens, pay homage to her new princes and princesses. Maybe she was jealous, her pet hadn't made her own kittens yet. That nice cuddly one with the soothing deep voice kept coming by, but still nothing. Lizzie stopped wondering, allowed her weary eyes to droop, and contentedly purred herself to sleep.
Jordan sat on the side of the bed, looking at her new little responsibilities. "God? I know I don't talk to you all that much, and I don't always have the time to go to church, but really – six kittens? Me? You have a warped sense of humour!"