A/N: There was a fic generator on tumblr, and one of the prompts was about getting a kitten...this is more or less that, I just couldn't resist! Set around season one.

By the way, oldmoviewatcher, I'm working on that idea you suggested, it's just coming along a little slow, but it will happen. If anyone has any other ideas, lemme know!

X Files doesn't belong to me.

Mulder was usually in the office before Scully; he got there earlier than necessary, and Scully liked to pick up coffee for them. The same was true this particular morning, but when she walked into the office she nearly dropped her coffee tray. "Mulder!" she exclaimed, setting down the coffee.

"Hi," he grinned like a schoolboy who had just pulled a prank. Staring up at Scully was tiny gray kitten. It looked up at her with bewilderment for quite awhile, then returned to Mulder, perching itself on a stack of papers on his desk. Scully gave him a long glare.

"Mulder..." she began, but she had no idea what to say next. The kitten was still looking at her with its big, yellow eyes. Mulder reached over to scratch behind its ears. "Mulder, why?"

"She showed up in front of my door last night. I asked around, but no one knows who's it is."

"Did you let ASPCA know?"

"Um...I didn't really think of that."

"Well it's not like we can keep it."

"We? Scully, who said she was yours, too? I found her." he joked, gathering the kitten in his arms. "Her name is Rosie." She pawed at his face and he chuckled. Scully stared at him, her mouth agape, wishing it wasn't such a cute scene. "I think she likes me."

"How'd you come up with Rosie?"

"I just like that name. Wanna hold her?"

"I-I...Mulder, you can't keep a cat. How did you even get her into the office?"

"I have my ways."

"Mulder! You're going to get in so much trouble for this. Honestly, do you even think things through at all?" she threw up her hands in exasperation. "God, I just don't know about you sometimes..."

It was uncomfortably silent for a few minutes until Rosie decided to jump off Mulder's desk and curl up at Scully's feet, mewing. She gave in and sat cross-legged on the floor, the cat in her lap. "Look, Scully, I...did a stupid thing. I'm sorry. I'll tell ASPCA and get her back to her owners or whatever. I guess I just...I just didn't think it through because she's cute." Now she looked up at him with a little smile.

"Yeah, I guess I can't really blame you, can I..." Rosie was mewing happily as she was being petted, nuzzling into Scully's hand. "She is cute," she giggled as the cat licked her hand with its tiny, scratchy tongue. "So cats...your weakness, Mulder?" her eyes were playful.

"Cute things in general...I mean, I keep you around, so it's a given." her look changed to a slight scowl. "I'm kidding, Scully." He watched her play with the cat for awhile longer, not able to keep the grin off his face.

"So do you think she's a stray? There doesn't seem to be any tag on her..."

"She must be," Scully's face brightened as he walked over and joined her on the floor. "She's so small."

"Are you small?" she asked the kitten in a baby voice. "Are you small, Rosie? Say, 'no, I'm not small'."

There were three in the office that day, and most of the time was spent fawning over one of them.

When the telephone rang later that night, Scully immediately knew who it was going to be. "Hi," she answered.

"Hi, Scully," Mulder said. "I gave Rosie up. ASPCA took her off my hands, said they'd find her owner."

"Was it hard to do?"

"Yeah, but you were right," he replied. "I couldn't have kept her. It's a wonder I smuggled her in and out of the office."

"Yes, and considering how you freaked out when she peed on your paperwork..."

"Can we not talk about that? I have to turn that in tomorrow."

Scully laughed. "'I'm sorry, Mulder. I know you liked her. I did, too, but...I was right. I mean, I probably couldn't keep a pet, to be honest, I'm just too busy."

"Hey, I've been compared to a puppy before..." they both chuckled.

"Mm, goodnight, Mulder. I'll see you tomorrow." Scully said.

"Goodnight," he replied.

She said a final goodbye and unwillingly hung up. It hadn't even been a year working with him yet, but he found little ways to make her smile every day, and she supposed those overruled the numerous times he made her roll her eyes.

Mulder laid back on the couch, thinking of Scully and secretly longing to hear the mewing sound he had heard the night before.

A/N: (I know Scully eventually gets Queequeg, but it did confuse me at first how she took care of him since she was out of town so often)

ahh I'm sorry for how bad/cheesy/fluffy/dumb this was, I needed to get back into the swing of writing. I'm starting to work on some more serious chapters, please let me know if you have any ideas for me!

-Lulamae