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Peter woke up with MJ lying on top of him and her arms around his neck with her breath warming his chest. He prodded her bare side with his finger. She mumbled and turned back over.
Peter: MJ, wake up... we have to drive to Connecticut today...
MJ: Hmm? Oh yeah. Wait, did we fall asleep here?
She pointed to the couch, noticing that they weren't wearing anything.
Peter: I guess so... I don't remember much... It's the tea...It always does this...Extreme caffeine rush then falling asleep like a log...
MJ stood up and stretched. Peter looked at her still lying down on the couch. MJ looked at him and smiled.
MJ: I'm gonna get dressed... Can you make breakfast without burning the whole building down?
Peter: I'm not so sure... I guess we could get some McDonald's or something on the way.
MJ: That's a good idea...
Peter stood up and walked to the bathroom after giving MJ a quick kiss on the cheek. MJ giggled. Such an act made Peter seem like the nerdy guy next door that he had always been. Peter turned and smiled as he closed the door to the bathroom. MJ sighed. She pulled her blanket over her body and turned on the TV with the remote. While flipping through the channels, she hoped that Peter would like the house and that they'd have enough cash to decorate it the way they wanted to. She clicked to TLC to see if a home decoration show was on, but there wasn't. By then, Peter had come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. His chocolate brown hair was moist and flopped messily in his face.
Peter: Bathroom's free MJ.
MJ slid out of the blanket slowly and went to the bathroom. Peter went to their bedroom. It was a fairly small room painted cobalt blue with gold flecks. The blankets matched on the bed that took up most of the space. He opened up his drawer to pull out some boxers and socks. After sliding on the green boxers and socks, he went to the closet and picked out a blue button down shirt and khakis. Just as he buttoned the last button on his shirt, MJ walked into the room and put on a pink shirt and a long orange and pink skirt. She quickly flipped her long red hair into a bun.
MJ: Are you ready tiger?
Peter: Yeah...
MJ: We have to be there by 1. I talked to the real estate agent.
Peter: How long with it take to get there again?
MJ: About 2 hours...
They walked out the door and to their used black Jetta. Peter turned on the car and drove towards McDonald's. They got their food and munched happily.
MJ: Hey Pete?
Peter: Yeah?
MJ: What do you want our room to look like?
Peter: I don't know...why?
MJ: Because if we get the house, then I want to decorate...
Peter: Oh...Then I guess whatever you want to do...
MJ: So I can even paint it bright pink?
Peter: Well...maybe not bright pink, but you can paint it any color...as long as it's not black or any shade of pink...
MJ: What do you have against pink?
Peter: It's a girly color...
MJ: So you don't want to seem girly...except for the fact that you've worn spandex...
Peter: Hey, the spandex was sexy!
MJ: Well yeah, but what guy wears spandex normally? I mean by choice? Not if you're a superhero...
Peter: Guys without dicks...
MJ: Uh... what? Then they wouldn't be guys!
Peter: I know! The spandex sort of squeezes it and makes it really hard to go to the bathroom!
MJ: Thanks for telling me tiger! But couldn't you make a flap or something?
Peter: Tried it... horrendously bad accident... you don't want to know...
MJ: What? Why won't you tell me?
Peter: You really and truly don't want to know...
MJ: I'm your wife Peter! Now I mean, your 'thing' has been inside my—
Peter: Okay! Alright! Well at first I had a little flap and I was taking a leak in this alley when these two guys were mugging this girl. So without thinking I just jumped into action...without putting 'it' back inside and then they stared at me for a second and started to crack up. So the girl got away and I caught the guys, but it's scarred me for life...
MJ looked at him and cracked up herself.
Peter: Stop it! It was very traumatic!
MJ: No it's not that... It's just that you're all dramatic about it!
Peter: Well it was a very dramatic thing in my life...but it was...sort of funny in a way...If someone else had seen that I could have seen the headlines..."Spiderman: The next Peewee Herman?"
They both started to crack up until their stomachs hurt and tears were streaming down their faces. They finally pulled together as they got near the exit of the house. Peter switched lanes and exited the interstate. They sat sipping the last of their drinks. They arrived at the house faster than they had expected. As they stepped out of the car, a short woman greeted them. MJ waved.
MJ: Hello Ms. Pittman! We got here earlier than we thought.
Ms. Pittman: Oh well, that's good. Let's get started. Oh wait I'm sorry! I'm Ms. Pittman.
She extended her hand out to Peter.
Peter: I'm Peter Parker. Nice to meet you.
Ms. Pittman: Nice to meet you too! Let's go inside.
MJ and Peter followed Ms. Pittman inside the house. The ceiling was high and there was a sparkling chandelier hanging in the middle illuminating dark wood stairs. Peter smiled as MJ laced her fingers with his.
Ms Pittman: This is the entrance to the house. The wood is in great condition.
Peter noticed MJ's eyes sparkling as they toured the rest of the house. Finally, when Ms. Pittman finished the tour, she stopped talking.
MJ: I love this house! What do you think Peter?
Peter: I love it too!
Ms. Pittman: So are you going to start purchasing the house?
MJ looked at Peter hopefully.
Peter: Why not?
MJ gave Peter a kiss.
Ms. Pittman: Great!
She started to go on about the down payment and other things. After she had given them the papers, they got in the car to go back to Queens. On the way home, they picked up boxes and change of address forms.
MJ was so happy that Peter had agreed to go ahead and get the house. Now if only we could have less to do, then I'd be okay... MJ thought. She pulled her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door. Peter dropped the boxes in the doorway.
Peter: Could you give me a hand with the boxes MJ?
MJ: huh? Oh yeah.
MJ followed him back down the elevator and to their car. She picked up some boxes.
MJ: Hey tiger?! I can't see!
Peter: Then drop some of the boxes!
Peter laughed and pulled a box off of the top of MJ's pile.
MJ: Ah! I can see!
MJ laughed. Her laugh made Peter smile too. It was just that pretty and contagious. They walked inside the elevator where Roger was walking his...cat? MJ and Peter gave each other a strange look. Who the hell walks a cat (AN: Actually, I do...Oh well)?
Roger: Why do you guys have so many boxes?
MJ: We're moving Roger...
Roger: Why?! Then I won't have anyone to talk to!
Peter: Maybe you can make friends with whomever moves in...We can still call you if you want us to.
MJ shot him a look. Peter shrugged as the cat weaved between his ankles getting the leash tangled. He picked up the cat and untangled the leash. The cat meowed and purred.
Roger: Looks like Kitten likes you Peter! You know... I was trying to find a new home for her because she doesn't get along with Lola...I just got her a week ago...Would you like to take her?
MJ smiled, looking at the adorable white cat as they exited the elevator.
MJ: What do you think Peter? Isn't she just the cutest?
MJ gave Peter a puppy eyed look. Peter sighed, succumbing to his need to please everyone. The cat was sort of cute.
Peter: Sure...We can take her if you want us to.
Roger: Great! Come by my place to get her things!
Roger unlocked his door and walked inside. Peter kicked the door open to the apartment and dropped the boxes.
MJ: This is great Peter! I've always wanted a cat!
Peter: I'm just hoping that it won't suck the breath out of me while I'm asleep.
MJ: Where did you get that from? Cats don't do that!
Peter: Aunt May always told me that 'Cats are evil! They come suck the breath out of you while you're asleep! They may be cute, but they're evil as anything!'
MJ laughed as she pushed some boxes aside.
MJ: Cats won't do that Peter. I know it for a fact. Trust me.
Peter: Are you sure? That cat looked like she had something up her...fur...
MJ: I'm sure! Let me get changed really fast.
MJ ran to their room and re-emerged wearing some terry cloth sweat pants and a tee shirt.
MJ: Okay, let's go to Roger's.
Peter sighed and followed MJ to Roger's apartment. She gently knocked on the door. Roger opened it.
Roger: Hello! Come on in!
They went into the apartment. All of a sudden, they were bombarded by birds, dogs, cats, ferrets, and guinea pigs.
Roger: Sorry about this! Down everyone!
The pets all obeyed. Roger picked up a large box and opened it.
Roger: Okay, here's her leash, collar, clothing, food, mousy, toys, catnip, scratching post, litter box, litter, food bowls, water bowls, kitty carrier, kitty carry purse, tick repellant, harness, kitty bed and papers. And last but not least, Kitten!
The small cat walked over wearing little pink booties with a matching rhinestone collar. MJ squealed. Peter stared at the cat, wondering what the hell he was getting into. MJ kneeled down and picked up the cat. The cat purred happily.
MJ: Thank you so much Roger! She's so sweet!
Roger: Any time. Just send me a Christmas card! And don't de-claw her!
Peter: Alright! See you later.
Peter picked up the box and left the room behind MJ. Roger closed the door behind them.
MJ: Oh Peter! Isn't she just so cute?!
Peter: Yeah...
MJ opened up the door to their apartment. Kitten jumped out of her arms and sniffed around the room. Peter pulled out her litter box and some kitty litter and filled it up. Kitten sniffed it and stepped inside.
MJ: Quit staring at her Peter! She needs privacy!
Peter: She's a cat MJ! Cats really don't seem to care about anything!
MJ: Don't be mean Peter!
Peter: I'm not!
Kitten stepped out of the litter box and weaved between MJ's ankles. MJ picked her up and got a kitty toy out of the box. She walked to the middle of the floor, set her down, and played with it. Peter sighed.
MJ: Aww... Come play with us Peter!
Peter: Alright...
Peter walked over to MJ and Kitten. Kitten flopped on her side and batted the toy. Then she bit it and tried to walk away, but it was connected to a string and a stick. Peter laughed. Kitten let go and laid down. She yawned.
MJ: Should we let her go to bed?
Peter: Yeah, I guess... Where should we put the bed?
MJ: I don't know...How about in our room?
Peter: Umm...no...
He picked up the frilly pink bed out of the box and plopped the bed at the living room door near their room.
Peter: There we go...I'm tired...
MJ: So am I...But let me feed her first...
She got a sheet of paper out of the large box and scanned over it.
MJ: Oh... we just feed her in the morning and in the afternoon...
Peter: Okay...I'm going to bed. Goodnight.
He gave her a kiss on the lips.
MJ: Wait...I'm going to bed too...
Peter: Alright...
MJ and Peter walked to their bedroom as Kitten followed them. Peter opened the door and Kitten sprinted and jumped onto the bed.
Peter: How did she get in here?
MJ: She followed us...
Peter picked Kitten up and put her outside the door and closed it.
Peter: Problem solved.
MJ: We should let her be with us... she might get nervous...
Peter: She's fine...
He pulled off his shirt and pants and put on his red plaid pajama pants. He sighed and laid down under the covers. MJ put on her pajamas and laid next to him. She sighed and snuggled up to him. Just as Peter was falling asleep he heard a yowl. His eyes shot wide open as the cat cried and howled for about an hour.
Peter: MJ?
MJ: Hmm? What?
Peter: Can you go shut Kitten up? She's whining outside the door.
MJ: Just ignore her.
MJ fell back asleep instantly. Peter stood up as he cursed under his breath. He opened up the door and the cat jumped on the bed. He was too drowsy to put her back out so he stepped into bed and tried to fall asleep. Kitten sat directly on his neck, purring away. Then she walked on his face, licking him and rubbing her butt on his lips. Peter pushed her off and Kitten walked down to his 'area' and plopped down. She didn't look that heavy, but boy, she was.
Peter: OW!
MJ stirred.
MJ: What is it Peter? It's 5 am...
Peter: The cat...sat on...my nuts...oh...my...GOD!
MJ laughed like a drunk and fell back asleep within two seconds. Peter sobbed in pain as Kitten walked up to his forehead and sat down, sticking her tail up his nostrils.
Peter: Damn you...Devil cat...
Peter swatted for Kitten to get off of him. Kitten thought his hand was a toy and batted at it with her booted paw. Peter moaned and got up making Kitten tumble down the blankets. She meowed in protest. Peter walked into the kitchen and started to make coffee. He sat at the table and put his head down.
Peter's thoughts: Why the hell did we get a cat?! Why?! And I'm going to be stuck with it for at least 10 years! MJ won't want to give it away...Maybe if I kill it...But then MJ would want to get another cat...Might as well stick with Kitten...At least she's sort of obedient.
The coffee maker beeped. Peter stood up and poured a cup with extra sugar. As he sat back down, he passed out asleep, snoring like a hobo with a sinus infection.
AN: Like it? If you don't, don't tell me. In the next chapters: Kitten vs. Peter, Peter battles with caffeine, MJ vs. Pickles? Stay tuned! Love ya!
Peter woke up with MJ lying on top of him and her arms around his neck with her breath warming his chest. He prodded her bare side with his finger. She mumbled and turned back over.
Peter: MJ, wake up... we have to drive to Connecticut today...
MJ: Hmm? Oh yeah. Wait, did we fall asleep here?
She pointed to the couch, noticing that they weren't wearing anything.
Peter: I guess so... I don't remember much... It's the tea...It always does this...Extreme caffeine rush then falling asleep like a log...
MJ stood up and stretched. Peter looked at her still lying down on the couch. MJ looked at him and smiled.
MJ: I'm gonna get dressed... Can you make breakfast without burning the whole building down?
Peter: I'm not so sure... I guess we could get some McDonald's or something on the way.
MJ: That's a good idea...
Peter stood up and walked to the bathroom after giving MJ a quick kiss on the cheek. MJ giggled. Such an act made Peter seem like the nerdy guy next door that he had always been. Peter turned and smiled as he closed the door to the bathroom. MJ sighed. She pulled her blanket over her body and turned on the TV with the remote. While flipping through the channels, she hoped that Peter would like the house and that they'd have enough cash to decorate it the way they wanted to. She clicked to TLC to see if a home decoration show was on, but there wasn't. By then, Peter had come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. His chocolate brown hair was moist and flopped messily in his face.
Peter: Bathroom's free MJ.
MJ slid out of the blanket slowly and went to the bathroom. Peter went to their bedroom. It was a fairly small room painted cobalt blue with gold flecks. The blankets matched on the bed that took up most of the space. He opened up his drawer to pull out some boxers and socks. After sliding on the green boxers and socks, he went to the closet and picked out a blue button down shirt and khakis. Just as he buttoned the last button on his shirt, MJ walked into the room and put on a pink shirt and a long orange and pink skirt. She quickly flipped her long red hair into a bun.
MJ: Are you ready tiger?
Peter: Yeah...
MJ: We have to be there by 1. I talked to the real estate agent.
Peter: How long with it take to get there again?
MJ: About 2 hours...
They walked out the door and to their used black Jetta. Peter turned on the car and drove towards McDonald's. They got their food and munched happily.
MJ: Hey Pete?
Peter: Yeah?
MJ: What do you want our room to look like?
Peter: I don't know...why?
MJ: Because if we get the house, then I want to decorate...
Peter: Oh...Then I guess whatever you want to do...
MJ: So I can even paint it bright pink?
Peter: Well...maybe not bright pink, but you can paint it any color...as long as it's not black or any shade of pink...
MJ: What do you have against pink?
Peter: It's a girly color...
MJ: So you don't want to seem girly...except for the fact that you've worn spandex...
Peter: Hey, the spandex was sexy!
MJ: Well yeah, but what guy wears spandex normally? I mean by choice? Not if you're a superhero...
Peter: Guys without dicks...
MJ: Uh... what? Then they wouldn't be guys!
Peter: I know! The spandex sort of squeezes it and makes it really hard to go to the bathroom!
MJ: Thanks for telling me tiger! But couldn't you make a flap or something?
Peter: Tried it... horrendously bad accident... you don't want to know...
MJ: What? Why won't you tell me?
Peter: You really and truly don't want to know...
MJ: I'm your wife Peter! Now I mean, your 'thing' has been inside my—
Peter: Okay! Alright! Well at first I had a little flap and I was taking a leak in this alley when these two guys were mugging this girl. So without thinking I just jumped into action...without putting 'it' back inside and then they stared at me for a second and started to crack up. So the girl got away and I caught the guys, but it's scarred me for life...
MJ looked at him and cracked up herself.
Peter: Stop it! It was very traumatic!
MJ: No it's not that... It's just that you're all dramatic about it!
Peter: Well it was a very dramatic thing in my life...but it was...sort of funny in a way...If someone else had seen that I could have seen the headlines..."Spiderman: The next Peewee Herman?"
They both started to crack up until their stomachs hurt and tears were streaming down their faces. They finally pulled together as they got near the exit of the house. Peter switched lanes and exited the interstate. They sat sipping the last of their drinks. They arrived at the house faster than they had expected. As they stepped out of the car, a short woman greeted them. MJ waved.
MJ: Hello Ms. Pittman! We got here earlier than we thought.
Ms. Pittman: Oh well, that's good. Let's get started. Oh wait I'm sorry! I'm Ms. Pittman.
She extended her hand out to Peter.
Peter: I'm Peter Parker. Nice to meet you.
Ms. Pittman: Nice to meet you too! Let's go inside.
MJ and Peter followed Ms. Pittman inside the house. The ceiling was high and there was a sparkling chandelier hanging in the middle illuminating dark wood stairs. Peter smiled as MJ laced her fingers with his.
Ms Pittman: This is the entrance to the house. The wood is in great condition.
Peter noticed MJ's eyes sparkling as they toured the rest of the house. Finally, when Ms. Pittman finished the tour, she stopped talking.
MJ: I love this house! What do you think Peter?
Peter: I love it too!
Ms. Pittman: So are you going to start purchasing the house?
MJ looked at Peter hopefully.
Peter: Why not?
MJ gave Peter a kiss.
Ms. Pittman: Great!
She started to go on about the down payment and other things. After she had given them the papers, they got in the car to go back to Queens. On the way home, they picked up boxes and change of address forms.
MJ was so happy that Peter had agreed to go ahead and get the house. Now if only we could have less to do, then I'd be okay... MJ thought. She pulled her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door. Peter dropped the boxes in the doorway.
Peter: Could you give me a hand with the boxes MJ?
MJ: huh? Oh yeah.
MJ followed him back down the elevator and to their car. She picked up some boxes.
MJ: Hey tiger?! I can't see!
Peter: Then drop some of the boxes!
Peter laughed and pulled a box off of the top of MJ's pile.
MJ: Ah! I can see!
MJ laughed. Her laugh made Peter smile too. It was just that pretty and contagious. They walked inside the elevator where Roger was walking his...cat? MJ and Peter gave each other a strange look. Who the hell walks a cat (AN: Actually, I do...Oh well)?
Roger: Why do you guys have so many boxes?
MJ: We're moving Roger...
Roger: Why?! Then I won't have anyone to talk to!
Peter: Maybe you can make friends with whomever moves in...We can still call you if you want us to.
MJ shot him a look. Peter shrugged as the cat weaved between his ankles getting the leash tangled. He picked up the cat and untangled the leash. The cat meowed and purred.
Roger: Looks like Kitten likes you Peter! You know... I was trying to find a new home for her because she doesn't get along with Lola...I just got her a week ago...Would you like to take her?
MJ smiled, looking at the adorable white cat as they exited the elevator.
MJ: What do you think Peter? Isn't she just the cutest?
MJ gave Peter a puppy eyed look. Peter sighed, succumbing to his need to please everyone. The cat was sort of cute.
Peter: Sure...We can take her if you want us to.
Roger: Great! Come by my place to get her things!
Roger unlocked his door and walked inside. Peter kicked the door open to the apartment and dropped the boxes.
MJ: This is great Peter! I've always wanted a cat!
Peter: I'm just hoping that it won't suck the breath out of me while I'm asleep.
MJ: Where did you get that from? Cats don't do that!
Peter: Aunt May always told me that 'Cats are evil! They come suck the breath out of you while you're asleep! They may be cute, but they're evil as anything!'
MJ laughed as she pushed some boxes aside.
MJ: Cats won't do that Peter. I know it for a fact. Trust me.
Peter: Are you sure? That cat looked like she had something up her...fur...
MJ: I'm sure! Let me get changed really fast.
MJ ran to their room and re-emerged wearing some terry cloth sweat pants and a tee shirt.
MJ: Okay, let's go to Roger's.
Peter sighed and followed MJ to Roger's apartment. She gently knocked on the door. Roger opened it.
Roger: Hello! Come on in!
They went into the apartment. All of a sudden, they were bombarded by birds, dogs, cats, ferrets, and guinea pigs.
Roger: Sorry about this! Down everyone!
The pets all obeyed. Roger picked up a large box and opened it.
Roger: Okay, here's her leash, collar, clothing, food, mousy, toys, catnip, scratching post, litter box, litter, food bowls, water bowls, kitty carrier, kitty carry purse, tick repellant, harness, kitty bed and papers. And last but not least, Kitten!
The small cat walked over wearing little pink booties with a matching rhinestone collar. MJ squealed. Peter stared at the cat, wondering what the hell he was getting into. MJ kneeled down and picked up the cat. The cat purred happily.
MJ: Thank you so much Roger! She's so sweet!
Roger: Any time. Just send me a Christmas card! And don't de-claw her!
Peter: Alright! See you later.
Peter picked up the box and left the room behind MJ. Roger closed the door behind them.
MJ: Oh Peter! Isn't she just so cute?!
Peter: Yeah...
MJ opened up the door to their apartment. Kitten jumped out of her arms and sniffed around the room. Peter pulled out her litter box and some kitty litter and filled it up. Kitten sniffed it and stepped inside.
MJ: Quit staring at her Peter! She needs privacy!
Peter: She's a cat MJ! Cats really don't seem to care about anything!
MJ: Don't be mean Peter!
Peter: I'm not!
Kitten stepped out of the litter box and weaved between MJ's ankles. MJ picked her up and got a kitty toy out of the box. She walked to the middle of the floor, set her down, and played with it. Peter sighed.
MJ: Aww... Come play with us Peter!
Peter: Alright...
Peter walked over to MJ and Kitten. Kitten flopped on her side and batted the toy. Then she bit it and tried to walk away, but it was connected to a string and a stick. Peter laughed. Kitten let go and laid down. She yawned.
MJ: Should we let her go to bed?
Peter: Yeah, I guess... Where should we put the bed?
MJ: I don't know...How about in our room?
Peter: Umm...no...
He picked up the frilly pink bed out of the box and plopped the bed at the living room door near their room.
Peter: There we go...I'm tired...
MJ: So am I...But let me feed her first...
She got a sheet of paper out of the large box and scanned over it.
MJ: Oh... we just feed her in the morning and in the afternoon...
Peter: Okay...I'm going to bed. Goodnight.
He gave her a kiss on the lips.
MJ: Wait...I'm going to bed too...
Peter: Alright...
MJ and Peter walked to their bedroom as Kitten followed them. Peter opened the door and Kitten sprinted and jumped onto the bed.
Peter: How did she get in here?
MJ: She followed us...
Peter picked Kitten up and put her outside the door and closed it.
Peter: Problem solved.
MJ: We should let her be with us... she might get nervous...
Peter: She's fine...
He pulled off his shirt and pants and put on his red plaid pajama pants. He sighed and laid down under the covers. MJ put on her pajamas and laid next to him. She sighed and snuggled up to him. Just as Peter was falling asleep he heard a yowl. His eyes shot wide open as the cat cried and howled for about an hour.
Peter: MJ?
MJ: Hmm? What?
Peter: Can you go shut Kitten up? She's whining outside the door.
MJ: Just ignore her.
MJ fell back asleep instantly. Peter stood up as he cursed under his breath. He opened up the door and the cat jumped on the bed. He was too drowsy to put her back out so he stepped into bed and tried to fall asleep. Kitten sat directly on his neck, purring away. Then she walked on his face, licking him and rubbing her butt on his lips. Peter pushed her off and Kitten walked down to his 'area' and plopped down. She didn't look that heavy, but boy, she was.
Peter: OW!
MJ stirred.
MJ: What is it Peter? It's 5 am...
Peter: The cat...sat on...my nuts...oh...my...GOD!
MJ laughed like a drunk and fell back asleep within two seconds. Peter sobbed in pain as Kitten walked up to his forehead and sat down, sticking her tail up his nostrils.
Peter: Damn you...Devil cat...
Peter swatted for Kitten to get off of him. Kitten thought his hand was a toy and batted at it with her booted paw. Peter moaned and got up making Kitten tumble down the blankets. She meowed in protest. Peter walked into the kitchen and started to make coffee. He sat at the table and put his head down.
Peter's thoughts: Why the hell did we get a cat?! Why?! And I'm going to be stuck with it for at least 10 years! MJ won't want to give it away...Maybe if I kill it...But then MJ would want to get another cat...Might as well stick with Kitten...At least she's sort of obedient.
The coffee maker beeped. Peter stood up and poured a cup with extra sugar. As he sat back down, he passed out asleep, snoring like a hobo with a sinus infection.
AN: Like it? If you don't, don't tell me. In the next chapters: Kitten vs. Peter, Peter battles with caffeine, MJ vs. Pickles? Stay tuned! Love ya!