Alberto's fast asleep when he hears a soft thudding noise. He grunts and stirs, rolling over enough to throw an arm over the bed. This works against him, however, as the cool air coming from the vent wakes him up even more, his brow furrowing when he hears familiar whispers from the floor. He's about to say something when he hears a vague meowing sound, closing his eyes.

Misty, it could only be. Kitty knows better, but Misty is younger, more curious and playful. He had told Ricardo when he began adopting cats that they could roam the house, everywhere but Alberto's bedroom. He didn't want cat fur all over his titles, much less his bedspread. He sighs, rolling away and trying to ignore it, expecting Ricardo to shoo the cat out of the room and come back to bed, but he's just snuggled into the pillows that still smell like his former ring announcer when... Misty makes another pitiful meowing noise and he grunts, opening his eyes and sitting up. "Ricardo."

There's a scramble and Ricardo stares at him, the cat in his hands. "Sorry, El Patron, I'm sorry. She slipped in while I was trying to get a glass of water. I was trying to get her to go back into the hall, but..." She wriggles around in Ricardo's grip and, before either of them could say or do anything, squirms free entirely and leaps up onto Alberto's lap. "Misty! No!" Ricardo chides the cat, scrambling to his feet. "Alberto doesn't want you in here, come on, silly..." He's just reached out for the cat when Alberto shakes his head, resting his large hand on the kitten's head. "El Patron?"

Alberto looks up and smiles at Ricardo's wide eyed, incredulous stare. "It's fine, mi valiente. She's still little, si? She will learn." He lifts the cat up, staring her in the eye as her paws rest on his upper arms, a perplexed look on her face. "It won't be a regular thing, but I suppose if she's missing you, she can stay tonight." Resting her back in his lap, he looks up at his ring announcer. "No one who loves you should have to go without you for too long, after all."

Ricardo flushes, joining them and petting Misty's head. "Gracias, El Patron. I'll keep trying to convince her that your bedroom's off limits. Lo siento..."

"Don't worry about it," Alberto sighs. "Bedding can be cleaned, after all. Besides, I'm rather fond of this one." He pats the cat's side, watching as she leaps out of his lap and kneads the bedding for a bit before curling up between the pillows.

"But not Kitty?" he teases Alberto as they slip under the sheets, both peeking over to make sure they're not disturbing Misty.

"Meh, he's grown on me, I suppose," Alberto concedes, finding Ricardo's hand under the sheets and squeezing it.

Ricardo yawns and listens to Misty purring next to him, smiling as he turns to meet Alberto's eyes. "I'll make you a cat person yet, you just wait and see."

"Hmph," Alberto sighs. "Well if anyone could, I suppose, it'd be you." He strokes Ricardo's knuckles and winks at him. "Buenos noches, mi valiente."

"Buenos noches," he replies softly, reaching out with his free hand to pet Misty once more. "Buenos noches, Misty."

Alberto watches as Ricardo snuggles into the pillows before murmuring, "Buenos noches, Misty." He rolls his eyes when Ricardo laughs quietly, mock-glaring at him when he peeks up at him. His lips twitch into a soft grin as Ricardo snuggles back into the pillows. This isn't too bad, I suppose, he thinks, the cat's soft purrs and Ricardo's steady breaths helping him to relax into a badly needed deep sleep.