A/N: Written for no reason other than I wanted to see more of Larry's interactions with Furley's kitten.

"Alright, I'm coming!" Larry jogged across his apartment to answer the door. Whoever was on the other side of it seemed insistent with their knocking. When Larry opened it, he was shocked to find Mr Furley. He hadn't forgotten to pay the rent, had he?

"Mr Furley? What's up?" Larry asked him. He did a double take when he noticed Furley holding a small orange kitten. "And what have you got there?"

"Larry, I need you to do a favor for me. My brother Bart is sending a troubleshooter over to the apartment complex in order to check up on me." Mr Furley rolled his eyes in irritation. "And if he finds out that I have a cat..."

"Wait, I thought we weren't allowed to have any pets?" Larry interrupted, amused.

"You're not." Mr Furley made it a point to stress the first word, and then shoved the kitten into Larry's hands. He followed up rather sheepishly. "And technically, I guess I'm not supposed to either. So, will you watch her for me? Just while the inspector is in my apartment."

Larry held the kitten up in order to get a better look at her. When she let out a tiny meow that sounded more like a squeak, it was all over for him. He cracked a small smile and placed a kiss on her little cheek.

"Sure, I'll watch her for you." Larry said warmly. "But I do have to be at work in about four hours."

"Thanks, Larry. It shouldn't take any longer than an hour, tops." Furley sighed in relief. He turned to leave, but then stopped and fixed Larry with a goofy smile. "By the way, I've named her Patches."

Furley left and Larry stood there in the doorway for a moment, mulling over her name.

"Isn't Patches a dog's name?" Larry asked no one in particular, confused.

His new little houseguest mewed and Larry chuckled, smiling affectionately down at her. He closed the door and walked over to his kitchen area, carrying Patches and placing her up on the counter. He then got out a small bowl and filled it with milk. He placed it in front of her and watched her lap up the milk for a moment.

"You know, if you were my cat, I'd give you a really cute name...like Ginger. It suits you better. What do you say, sweetheart? Do you want to be called Ginger as long as you're staying with Uncle Larry?" Larry cooed.

The kitten looked up at him with big, blue eyes and squeaked in agreement.

"Alright then." Larry grinned. "Ginger, it is."

THE END