Basically, just a little something I wrote to get rid of my writer's block. So, for those of you've who've been following Monotone Princess, don't worry. I know I've been majorly lagging, but I should have my next chapter out by Sunday. Till then, please enjoy this pairing I'm surprised I haven't seen more of.

"Seriously, will you quit following me?!" Joe Buttaki yelled, frustration making his head throb.

"Aww, come on now, don't be so mean, boss." The shapely cat-woman, Blair, teased as she skipped after the engineer, hands playfully folded behind her back.

Another vein in his head throbbed. "And please, quit calling me boss." He grumbled in annoyed desperation as the two walked into the small room he was currently using for his office, thinking to himself that he didn't even like cats.

"But it's just so much fun to say, nya. Boss, bossy, bossman!" Blair shouted cheerfully, as though she were chanting a mantra.

Joe sighed, taking his seat in front of his desk as he flipped on the small reading light. It had been about a month since the destruction of the Kishin and Lord Death had requested that Joe stay behind to help with reconstructing the damaged parts of Death City. He'd, of course, agreed. After all, he'd helped turn Death City into a walking, fighting robot and had managed to find the key to unlocking Brew, so this would be a piece of cake.

Or so he'd thought. Ever since the finishing stages of Brew's completion, he'd been followed around by this annoyingly flirtatious cat-woman and his work quality had been steadily declining as a result. Worse still, his favorite coffee shop, Uncle Bob's Rumba Coffee had closed down yet again, due to the owner taking a vacation. Which left Joe high and dry when he needed a pick-up most.

Suddenly, a welcoming scent hit his nostrils. The scent of fresh coffee. He looked over toward the source of this smell to see his favorite purple mug, filled near to the brim, steam rising from it. And behind the mug, Blair contentedly sat, now in cat form.

"Did you make this?" The engineer questioned, reaching for his cup.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Blair nodded enthusiastically.

Joe suspiciously took a sip. He remembered that canned monstrosity that Blair and the Chupa Cabra girls had tried to serve him and call coffee. Besides, what did a cat know about making coffee anywa-

He froze, his eyes widening at the taste. Mandheling beans, his favorite brand of creamer, and a third smooth taste that he couldn't quite make out.

"What's in this?" He asked, glancing up from his cup at the cat.

"Just my own special ingredient." She made a pinching gesture with one of her paws. "A tiny bit of catnip."

"Catnip." Joe simply repeated as he took another sip, savoring the flavor. It was almost as good as Uncle Bob's coffee.

Maybe he'd been a bit hasty about the whole 'not liking cats' thing.

"This could work." He thought to himself, reaching out to give Blair a gentle pat.

Unfortunately, Blair took this as a sign of encouragement and promptly transformed into her human form with a "Yay! Boss likes my coffee!" One puff of smoke later, now, wearing nothing but a hat and a very skimpy bikini and bottom, she quickly took hold of his head and squashed it into her massive breasts. Any words of protest from Joe were almost completely muffled.

He thought to himself, "Okay...maybe we should set some ground rules first."

END