"Okay okay, don't move!"

Molly Linnett tapped the touch screen of her smartphone, trying to keep her focus on the scene before her while the camera refocused to a better resolution. With the practiced eased of a young millennial with any piece of smart tech, the young volunteer snapped a quick photo, but balked in annoyance.

"Dang it, you moved!"

The little black cat furiously shook her head and yawned, her muzzle stretching into a cheshire-smile. She hopped off of the peacefully lounging St, Bernard's head and pranced to her owner's ankle, innocently rubbing her whole tiny frame against it. She mewled up innocently at Molly, as if to tell her she was unaware she did anything wrong.

"I can never catch you two when you're doing something adorable!" Molly fumed.

Resigned to defeat, she deleted the failed photo, plugged her phone into a wall-socket adapter to charge, and knelt to stroke the kitten's bunny-soft head. The kitten mistook the motion of affection as a motion of play and rolled onto her back, swatting at her hand excited with sheathed claws. Molly jumped back in alarm, and the kitten sprang up and leapt onto the top of a cat carrier, back arched and hazel eyes now turned black with her large, excited pupils.

"What am I gonna do with you, Vanellope?" Molly huffed, shaking the small stings out of her hand where the kitten nicked her.

Vanellope, the kitten in question, trilled and relaxed. She swished her fluffy tail from side to side, the pick ribbon adoring it daring to come undone at a moment's notice. As frustrating as it was to raise a young cat, Molly couldn't fight back to grin threatening to snap her face in half. For such a precocious animal, Vanellope sure knew how to pull the cute card.

"It sure would be nice if you sat this still when I was taking photos of you and Ralph," said Molly.

The large auburn and black St. Bernard, at the mention of his name, slowly sat up and let out a soft querying rumble.

"Aww, you're fine, Big Guy," said Molly. She left Vanellope to give him scratches behind the ear, just the way the big lug liked it. Mr. Litwak's newest adopted mutt once had a notorious reputation for being bad with strangers. Ten years he'd spent guarding the front of Litwak's Pet Shop, scaring away would-be customers and felons alike, but if you knew how to scratch the pooch just right he practically became putty in your hands. And boy was Molly an expert scratcher.

Vanellope was not amused, however, when scratches for Ralph left her ignored. And she meowed her concerns to her blond, be-speckled owner.

"Sorry Vannie, but good puppers and kitties who stay still for photos get the scratchies," said Molly, laughing at the funny way Ralph's floppy face sagged when he was given attention. It was hard to believe that this was the same dog who once snapped his jaws at her dad oh so many months ago when he first brought her to Litwak's. "Better luck next time!"

"Molly, sweetie!" called the cheery but stern voice of Mr. Litwak. "Although I appreciate you babysitting Ralph—"

The St. Bernard huffed indignantly.

"—I could use a little help putting away these boxes!"

"I'll be right there Mr. Litwak!" said Molly, already on her feet.

—-

"Oh, so I'm not good enough for her if I don't pose for the internet, huh?" Vanellope growled. A mischievous grin spread across her face and she hopped over to Molly's phone, pawed in the passcode, and re-opened the camera app.

"Go easy on her kid," said Ralph. He watched with patient passive wonder as the little black kitten tried to position to camera to get the best picture of her. "You did almost claw her hand off earlier."

"Aww, quit suckin' up to yer babysitter!" said Vanellope, planting a paw down on the phone and, somehow, accidentally, opening up the Vine app. Ralph could only roll his eyes at the kitten who, for the longest time, once believed herself to be a dog.

"I ain't suckin' up. If you ask nicely, I'll help take your photo."

"What, without thumbs? No thanks, I got this—"

"C'mere, be careful with that thing."

"I got it, I got it!"

"Wait, which button are you pressing?"

"This one?"

"No, I think that's taking a video…"

"Oops! How do I turn it back?!"

"How should I know? I didn't invent the dang thing!"

"Wait, it stopped? And another button popped up!"

"Well… press it I guess?"

"Well, duh! Do't gotta tell me twice!"

—-

It wasn't until much later that night, long after Molly and Vanellope had returned home from volunteering and said their goodbyes to Ralph, Felix and Mr. Litwak, that the young girl realized there had been a sudden explosion of activity on her Vine account.

Apparently her circle of friends were determined to turn her post of #themostadorablebffsever viral if it was the last thing they did.