DISCLAIMER: Christopher Nolan owns Inception, I just own the piano. Review please!

NOTE- SUGGESTIONS AND IDEAS FOR THE STORY ARE WONDERFUL. I am running out of them! Don't forget, it's not all in chronological order.

"Can you hear that?"

The others looked up to see Cobb's confused expression.

Eames smirked. "I think he's finally lost it."

"Cobb, what-"

"Shh. Listen," Cobb snapped. Everyone stayed still and listened. Indeed, there was a noise.

"What is that?" Arthur asked, checking under his desk.

"It sounds like...scratching," Ariadne mumbled.

Eames looked at the piano and approached it slowly, as if it were a projection. He placed his head onto the wooden surface and listened to the noise. The scratching turned into a high pitched cry which made Eames jump away.

"Fuck me! What is that?" he cried. Arthur walked over and listened to the same noise. He placed his hand over the top and lifted the lid of the piano. He looked into it and paled.

"What is it?" Cobb asked, studying Arthur's confused face. Arthur leaned into the piano and pulled out...a kitten.

"WHAT. IS. THAT. THING?" Eames hissed, backing away from the fluffy animal. Arthur held up the kitten in his arms and smirked.

"It's a kitten, Eames. There are 3 more in here..." he said, leaning over to look inside. Cobb reached in and pulled out another. He looked at Arthur.

"There is only one person that would bring a pregnant cat into the warehouse," he said. Arthur looked behind him.

"YUSUF!" he yelled. Yusuf quickly ran in and froze. "Care to explain?"

"Ok, look. My cat was heavily pregnant and I didn't want to miss the birth so I brought it into work with me when you all weren't here. They're not supposed to be moved, so I just kept them in there where you wouldn't see them."

Ariadne grabbed another kitten and cradled it. "AWW."

"Look, Yusuf, we can't-"

"I know, I know. Just until tomorrow when I can take them down to the shelter," Yusuf promised.

Arthur looked at Eames, who was in the corner looking disgusted. "Eames, it's a kitten. Scared?"

Eames glared at him. "No. It's just...I hate cats. All things fluffy and small."

Cobb rolled his eyes. "Well you'll have to deal with it until tomorrow," he said, stroking the small brown kitten. He looked at Yusuf. "Can I buy one?"

Arthur furrowed his brow at Cobb.

"For Phillipa!" he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Sure, sure."