A/N - This will be a series of short stories and drabbles that I update whenever I get hit with inspiration. The cat featured in this story is my own cat, because I have the greatest cat ever.


"Come on, Jake. How can you say no to this face?" Cassandra held the tiny, grey and white kitten in her outstretched arms, mere inches from Jake's face.

"What exactly's wrong with that face?" Jake asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. He raised his eyebrows at Cassandra, doing his best to ignore the kitten that was directly in front of him.

Cassandra gasped and hugged the kitten close to her body. "Be nice! It's not his fault he was born without any eyes," she brought the tiny creature to her lips and planted a kiss on the top of its head. "I think he's cute."

"Cassandra, let's think about this," Jake placed a hand on the small of his girlfriend's back and guided her towards the couch. They had been dating for several months now, but had only recently made the leap to living together. Jake wasn't sure why he was so surprised when Cassandra had come home that day carefully carrying the small bundle in her hands. He should have known she would be the type to bring home animals in need. "Are we really in a position to take care of a special needs kitten? The Library demands so much of our time as it is, we won't always be here to look after it."

"Jake, it's a cat. Eyes or no eyes, it's still a cat. The girl who gave him to me said there's nothing wrong with him. He's going to grow up perfectly healthy, he just needs people to love him," Cassandra's eyes were trained on the kitten curled up in her lap.

"I know, darlin', but still," Jake started. "What about when we're out on a mission for several days? Who's going to look after him?"

"We can ask that sweet old lady who lives next door to come in and check on him. I was talking to her the other day, I think she's lonely," Cassandra spoke with confidence. She had thought this through. "Would you be this worried if it was a normal cat? One with eyes?"

Jake thought for a moment. "I don't know. Maybe?"

"I always wanted a cat, Jake," Cassandra finally looked away from her lap to meet Jake's gaze, her eyes wide and childlike. "but my parents always thought pets were a waste of time."

"Aww, Cassie, don't do that. Don't give me the puppy dog eyes." Jake groaned. "You know I can't resist that look."

Cassandra smiled wide. "Well one thing's for sure," she placed the kitten in Jake's lap. "You don't have to worry about him giving you that look."

Jake smiled at that comment, and then started to chuckle as the kitten found the drawstring on his hoodie and started batting at it. "Hey, how'd he know that was there?"

"I told you, he's just like any other cat," Cassandra giggled. "He may not be able to see, but he has four other senses helping him out."

Jake smiled as he watched the kitten for a few minutes. After tiring of the hoodie string, the small ball of grey and white fluff found it's way to the edge of the couch. Jake gently set him on the floor before he could fall off.

"Now all we need is a name for the little guy," Cassandra said as they watched the kitten run around the floor. For an eyeless cat he scooted around pretty well, though it wasn't long before he got going too fast and crashed, head first into the side of the couch. Jake laughed as the kitten somersaulted to the side, got back up, and took off running in the other direction.

"Jack Tripper," he said with a smile.

"What?" Cassandra asked, just a little confused.

"Like the Three's Company character. Jack Tripper. He was always falling over the couch like that."

"Jack Tripper?" Cassandra repeated, then giggled as the kitten repeated the same stunt, this time with the wall on the opposite side of the room. "I like it."