Thanks to Wolvie'sBiggestFan for your encouraging review. I have decide on a name for Sabretooth's daughter. Hope you like it.
After her dad programming her into the security system, she wandered around the house, getting used to the unfamiliar sights, sounds, and smells of the house and the Washington environment. Alaska was always cold and smelled like snow and wilderness. Washington wasn't as cold and smelled like pine and more ... tame. It wasn't a bad thing, she just wasn't used to it yet.
She wandered around the house for hours while Vic was out in the garage working on his various cars. Maybe I'll go out there late and ask for a map for this huge place. If I didn't have an enhanced sense of smell, I would get lost and even Vic wouldn't be able to find me. She counted rooms as she went, living room, den, office, mud room, kitchen, bathroom, cloth set, bathroom, bedroom, and library. Upstairs: bedroom, office, bedroom, bathroom, cloth set, bathroom, entertainment room. She counted a total of seventeen rooms, not including normal size cloth sets. Eventually that lost her interest and she decided to watch the news.
She sank into the massive leather couch and cuddled up in a quilt that hung over the back of the couch. She found the universal remote and tuned the massive TV set to Q13 Fox. It was supposed to rain tomorrow. She got bored again and flipped channels until she found a movie called The Chronicles of Riddick. The constant action and violence lulled her into a half conscious state. When it ended she flipped until she found a British car show called Top Gear. The three co hosts were goofballs. She was laughing for an hour.
Vic finally came in from the garage at eleven. He plopped down on the couch beside her and put his arm on the back. "Scoot over, cub. Turn it to channel four." She grumbled, but complied. Murder, murder, scam, problem solvers, weather, stocks. Fascinating. She started falling asleep and slumped against her dad, her head on his shoulder and his arm falling from the back of the couch around her. She snuggled into the warmth and purred lightly. He felt, more than heard, the vibrations.
The h#^&. He thought. She purrs like me. He was pleasantly surprised. When the news was over he tried waking her, but she only mumbled and snuggled closer into his massive chest. He scooped her up and carried her up the stairs to her room. He pulled the comforter and thermal blanket back and laid her in the bed. She groaned at the loss of heat, but burrowed into the fluffy pillows and curled up like a little kitten. His little kitten.
He stood watching her sleep for...he didn't know how long. When the moon shone across her room, he went to bed himself. Before he left, though, he smoothed her blond hair from her forehead and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Good night, Madison Viktoria Creed. I love you."