You know you needed more kitty fic today.

"Amyyyyy!" moaned the Doctor.

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no!"

"Hmph! Fine..."

Rory followed the voices through the library to find where Amy and the Doctor were. He rounded a corner and nearly tripped over the lanky tom cat. "Ah! Rory! Rory, Rory, Rory...!" He was wearing a little cat-sized shark costume. "Get this off me, would you?" Rory knelt down and obliged. Was Amy forcing the Doctor to play dress-up?

"Thanks!" The Doctor ran off down a row of shelves, muttering, "Sharks...definitely not cool..." Slightly confused, Rory went the opposite direction and found his wife sitting on a large, plush sofa. A magazine was open in her lap. He went and sat beside her.

"What's with this?" Rory asked, holding up the costume. Amy glanced up and grimaced.

"You didn't take it off for him, did you?"

"Yes. Amy, you can't just dress him like he's a doll."

"It's not like that. He-"

Before she could finish, the Doctor hopped onto the arm of the sofa, walked across Amy's lap to Rory's, and started shoving a purple waistcoat and a bow tie into his hands. "Now help me put these on," he demanded.

"What?"

Amy groaned. "Doctor, it stopped being funny an hour ago."

"But I've still got more outfits!"

"Rory and I are not going to dress you up all afternoon!"

Completely taken aback, Rory tried to diffuse the situation by obliging the Doctor. "No, it's all right..." He slipped on the waistcoat and tied the tie around the cat's neck, who gave Amy a triumphant look.

"Rory, do not get him started again," warned Amy as the Doctor jumped down and ran off.

"Why not?"

"Because," she said as she pulled out her mobile, "of this." There were quite a few pictures of the Doctor in various cat-sized outfits- cowboy hats, sombreros, a variety of jumpers, a tuxedo, a bunny costume, a suit, a kilt, the most garish coat of many colors, a velvet smoking jacket, a twenty-foot scarf, a Hogwarts uniform... Amy was in the earlier pictures, smiling, but soon it was just the Doctor.

Behind him, the Doctor hopped up onto the back of the couch and dangled a fez in front of Rory's face. "Just one more. I can't get the chin strap with these paws." Rory glanced at Amy who deliberately ignored him and went back to her magazine.

Sighing, he put the fez on the cat.