They had not made it to her bedroom. In fact, they had hardly made it anywhere at all. Christian watched the kitchen ceiling flutter and wave in front of his eyes. He reached his hand out to stroke it and felt nothing. He was sure it was within reach. The distance between the floor and the ceiling seemed miniscule to him. He simply could not understand why his hand had not impacted with the white plaster. He became distracted by his sudden persistence. He believed himself the sort of person who would accept something and move on but his hand kept waving about above his face. He noticed this distraction also. He was not one to be distracted easily from something he was putting his whole mind into.

His mind soon became a maze of distractions, strung endlessly upon one another. He lost interest in his beloved ceiling. His head lolled to the side and he watched Anastasia, her eyes looking across him showing an intense concentration with the oven that mirrored his relationship with the ceiling. He could hear her purring softly. The sound was almost pained but sounded distant, as though she was far from him despite her being pressed against his skin.

He rubbed her belly with his knuckles, "Does the little kitty want a bowl of milk?"

She adjusted her face to stare at him so blankly that he almost tripped out again. Believing solidly that he was dreaming he reached out and tickled her behind the ears. He heard her purr again and, taking this as a positive sign, continued to scratch her ears.

She frowned and moved her head back. "Why are you purring like that?" Her tone was confused.

"I'm not, you're just hearing yourself."

"I'm not even making any noise," She looked almost alarmed, "what are you talking about?"

Again, Christian heard the purring. "See, you're doing it again!" He was still having trouble concentrating. Anastasia's four eyes merged and parted in front of him.

"Well, if I'm not making it," she paused pensively, "and you're not making it…" She paused again, but this time it was more as though she had lost interest in her sentence. "… oh right, yeah. So that means that something else is making it."

"What are they making? A cake?" The excitement on his face made her make a mental note to make a cake with him the next day. Although the way her tainted mind would have translated that request by tomorrow was a mystery to them all.

"What time is it?" She was awfully hungry.

"Uh, two-hundred and three o'clock." His eyes widened. "Holy moly, we've progressed into a new dimension!"

She sighed. "No Christian, that is a twenty-four hour clock, it shows twenty-four ho – Hey, two-hundred is higher than twenty-four. What happened?"

The cat purred again. It almost sounded like it was in pain. "Hey maybe we've been transported to a parallel universe where cats have come to power!" The amount of excitement in his voice worried Anastasia a little.

"No. No, we're in my kitchen. In 2013. And cats have not come to power over night."

The puppy dog eyed disappointment on his face was washed from her mind when the cat purred once again. This time it really did sound urgent. "Oh it's Alan!"

As if her stage cue had finally been called, Alan's rotund, feline figure strutted into the room. She did not make it very far before she had to have a rest. The two humans watched her, bemused. The cat was struggling to hold her immense blubber layer.

"Do you want to make cookies?" Anastasia really did feel like cookies. The chocolate chip kind would hit the spot just fine

"Only if it involves a wooden spoon."

Alan watched them with her knowingly unknowing eyes. The wooden spoon was used seldom for cooking. And the apron. The apron Anastasia wore was quite clearly for teasing purposes as the cookie dough ended up more prominent smeared across her chest than on the tray for the oven.

The bands of pain in her lower stomach area that had subsided somewhat, returned to distract her mind once more. She really did regret that one playful night she had spent swept up by the romance of Steve, the sleek silver cat who occupied the rooftop beside hers

Suddenly she felt a paw pot out. Then another. Oh, I really hoped my children would not have to enter the world this way, surrounded by naked, fornicating humans and cooking implements.

Anastasia was the first to notice the change in pace of the situation. "Oh wow!" She exclaimed, tearing the apron from her bare body and kneeling beside her cat. She scooped up the gooey kitten and cradled it with her fingers. It's eyes were still shut but it mewed softly.

"Is she regenerating? Is this her new form?" Christian's voice was thick with intrigue.

"No Christian, this is a cat not a time lord."

Six slimy, squirming kittens crawled their way into the world and sprawled about on the kitchen floor. "Shouldn't we be calling a vet right about now?" Christian had developed what he believed to be a bond with the kittens in their fifteen minutes in the world

"Yeah I have her number somewhere, I'll get her to come over as soon as possible."

Christian's mind perked when she said she.

Sally, the vet, took mere minutes to arrive. "My husband had to catch a flight at twelve-thirty so I was only just out of the shower."

Anastasia and Christian had hardly had time to clear themselves of cookie dough and cover their bodies, coursing with desire, before opening the door to the somewhat beautiful, young vet. She worked almost solemnly to clear the kittens as healthy and safe. Anastasia and Christian looked at each other. They could both tell the other had noticed that the vet had one of the most arousing concentration faces they had ever seen.

Christian's robe hit the floor first. It landed with a silent hiss, sending a soft wave of air across the floor that made Sally's dark hair float briefly about her neck. She was still regarding the kittens. Anastasia's robe hit the floor somewhat less delicately. She had forgotten the wooden spoon remained in the front pocket. Sally turned slowly to regard the occasion for spoon dropping. The silent call of their bodies was answered by the pop of her buttons flying off as she tore her blouse from her. The kittens, made immune to this moment by their naked welcome into the world, ignored the happenings and continued to nap against their mother's belly.

As a vet, Sally was used to dealing with animals. But in this situation, the raw wildness of their bodies carried her mind to a place it had not been in many years.

The first time the wooden spoon struck her, Sally was not quite sure what to think. But as it continued she grew to like the crack and fizz of her skin being abused in such a way. She soon learned to join in, the pain game sending the three of them into a frenzy of energy and desire. As the kitchen implements were produced, used and discarded, the sweat produced by the effort of it all began to lubricate the floor beneath them, making everything just that little bit more of a slippery funtime. Even the smell of burning began to rise from their bodies until Anastasia realized it was not they who were burning.

"Oh no, we can't let the cookies burn!"