"Bruce, are you doing animal dissection or something?"

"No… Why do you ask?" Bruce said, confused.

"There is a cat in our bedroom."

Bruce grinned. "Tony, meet Felix."

"Felix? Why did you name a lab cat?" Tony frowned.

"Felix is not a lab cat! Doctor Amundsen suggested I get a pet, to help with, you know… 'anger issues'." He explained.

"Your shrink thinks that getting a cat would help with the Other Guy?" Tony said sceptically. Bruce shrugged. "If I start finding hair balls or half chewed dead mice in my bed, you can both find somewhere else to live."