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A/N I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, sent a suggestion, added this story to alert, added to favourites or have even taken time to read it. What would I do without y'all? Four fifths of the way there! Not stopping now! A/N

Buzz hesitantly followed Jessie's lead as she headed outside. If Woody was wanting Buzz to keep an eye on her, then Woody must have a clear reason for it.

It was either this, or he was severely ticked off with the Cowgirl for the prank she pulled on him the other day. But Buzz knew that it wasn't just because of the fact that Jessie pulled the prank on Woody that made the Sheriff act this cautious; he was mostly annoyed with himself over the fact that he made it even worse for himself in the process, when he attempted to pull a prank on her as an act of revenge.

And Buzz knew, that if he let Jessie go outside with Bullseye on her own, then Woody would become severely annoyed and Buzz wasn't sure whether he wanted that reaction from Woody or not.

But his thoughts were cut short as they finally leapt through the cat flap, where the subtle wind blew against the plastic of his face.

Sighing, he continued to follow Jessie onto the porch.

He could only wish that this'd be worth it.

"Jess?" Buzz asked after a few moments. By now, all three of them had made their way to the back garden. "What are you actually wanting to do?"

Once they were in the back garden, Jessie stopped dead in her tracks, and turned around to face the Space Ranger with a somewhat annoyed expression.

"In case you didn't know 'Einstein'," Jessie began to sarcastically remark. "This wasn't my idea."

Buzz sighed, before he rolled his eyes. Why did he have to go through with this?

If this was Woody trying to get him back for the 'body switching' trick a few months back, then Buzz now owed Woody and payback, since Woody had already pulled off his revenge on the poor Space Ranger.

It wasn't fair! Why did he have to look after Jessie? Sure, he loved her and all, but she sure can be one heck of a handful at time; an especially annoying handful.

"Then what is Bullseye wanting to do?"

"Are ya freakin' deaf moron?" Jessie remarked.

Another reason as to why she can be annoying at times.

"Bullseye said he wanted to go out, and we're leadin' him out."

Rolling his eyes for yet a second time that day, Buzz then wihed that he had kept his mouth shut after all.

"Fine," Buzz muttered. The two of them were completely unaware of the whereabouts of the horse and it remained this way, until Bullseye let out a shocked neigh.

Jessie's eyes instantly widened as she snapped her head around to the sound of Bullseye's whine, almost having to shield her eyes when the bright light, that reflected off the grass, shone in her eyes. And she eventually spotted the horse in the corner of the garden, where, of which, a small bush was located on a small platform, that suspended several inches above the ground.

"What's wrong boy?" Jessie asked in concern as she made her way over to the horse, who was currently gaping at a pair of emerald eyes, of which protruded

against the leafs and twigs of the bush.

But, to a toys perspective, those eyes were kinda big And so was the animal that followed path, and revealed itself to the onlooker's.

It surely was a giant to them, even though it was a little ginger kitten.

However, Jessie sure was the one to love animals and this time was no exception.

"Aww." She cooed as she gazed at the small cat. "It's adorable."

Even though the kitten just sat there innocently, gazing unexpectantly at the toys around it, Buzz was still terrified witless of it.

Well...you couldn't call it terrifying. Buzz preferred to call it mentally unsettling. Mentally unsettling to a very large extent.

"Uh...Jess?" Buzz murmured. "I don't know if that is safe or not."

Jessie rolled her eyes.

Really? Buzz was acting this silly over a kitten?

"It's a boy Buzz." Jessie pointed out.

"How do you know?" Buzz found himself saying, accidentally. He really didn't want the answer and, when he found Jessie almost revealing to him how she knew, he quickly stammered; "Oh no. That's all right. I don't need to know."

"Well you asked," Jessie pointed out, her eyebrow raising in slight confusion.

Buzz was about to stammer some more, when the kitten licked her hand.

"Aww. He likes me." Jessie commented cheerfully, understanding that this kitten was obviously a stray, hence the no collar and the dirt riddled fur.

However, Buzz found himself cringing at the sight. Was this even safe? What if the kitten licked the plastic off her hand?

Just great, another mentally unsettling thought to add to his list. He wondered how long he'd make it by the end of the day?

"Don't get so near it Jessie." Buzz warned in concern.

Jessie was no longer able to contain herself; she chuckled.

"What?" Buzz asked in a somewhat sense of shock. "What's so funny?"

"Buzz," She began with a wild smirk. "It's a stray kitten. Not a lion."

"Well it's a pretty big kitten." Buzz commented with wide eyes. When he took a step forward, he found that the kitten was neary as tall as himself.

And Jessie 'just' had to come up with the idea of the century.

"Ooh," She began to urge. "I have a great idea! How about we name it?"

Yeah...that didn't turn out to be a great idea after all.

Before walking back into the house, Jessie ordered the cat to stay and since Jessie was just so likable by 'critters', the cat did so.

It was just too bad that kittens had the attention similar to the one of a child hooked on too much sugar.

But no-body else knew that.

"Hey!" Jessie exclaimed excitedly as she rushed into Bonnie's room, Buzz and Bulleye eventually catching her side. "We found a stray kitten and we're going to name it!"

Yep. This surely was a bad mistake; most likely because of the fact that the news caused much more excitement that Jessie had intended. It really did turn out that they were all having a day just as boring as her's had been.

With abruptancy, name suggestions flew around the room at an incomprehensible speed, causing Jessie's head to reel at an unimaginable speed. She had to get this under control.

And, luckily got her, she had just the idea.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!" Jessie called. "We'll all have a chance to offer out suggestions, nut only one can be chosen."

At the mention of this, most of the other toys gasped. Wow, they really could be idiots sometime.

"So does that mean you're going to choose mine?" Trixie asked, only for Mr Potato-head to quickly answer.

"No way. She's gonna choose mine."

"Nuh uh," Hamm answered. "We all know that I have the best name."

"We're talking about kittens here." Mr Potato-head quickly snapped. "Not pigs."

"Oh."

By now, Buzz surely was becoming annoyed.

"Everyone, just be quiet!" Buzz yelled over the noise of the crowd, taking notice that Woody was still busy with the preparations for the weekly meeting. "Now. I have an idea that will suit all of us. And if you'll just kindly be quiet, then I'll explain it to you."

After a few moments, the Space Ranger was evantually able to silence teh rest of the toys.

"Now. Either by ourselves, in pairs, or in threes at the most, each team will write down five suggestions of a piece of scrap paper, before dividing the piece to make the choices separate and we'll place the suggestions in the hat. And we'll have a judge to pick the winning name."

After another few moments, the silence was obliterated into yelling and shoving; everyone else asking:

"Can I be the judge? Can I be the judge?"

"Just be quiet!" Buzz yelled and when everything was silent, he continued. "Now, as Woody is busy, he won't be able to vote. So I think it's only fair that he is judge."

'What?' Jessie questioned as she gaped at Buzz. The Space Ranger knew fully well that the Sheriff was bound to pick the worst name in the hat.

But, unfortunately, no-one else seemed to agree

'Just great,' Buzz remarked victoriously to himself. 'This'll show him.'

"Right. So we now need a marker pen for each group, a piece of paper for each group, and a hat."

Once they had all the requirements, they then voted.

After Woody had double checked the arrangements, he was eventually off the hook of work, for the longest second ever.

He could only sigh as he was faced with the crowd of toys, and the hat, full to the brim of folded paper.

"What do you want now?" Woody asked with a long sigh.

Jessie and Buzz then explained what they were all doing, causing Woody's jaw to drop.

"You're naming a stray cat?" He asked in disbelief and would've argued against the idea, but they would have none of it.

"Yep," Jessie answered. "And we need you to pick a name you like."

"Wait?" Woody asked in confusion. "If I get to pick the name from these suggestions, then why fold them up?"

Buzz's jaw dropped at that. He...didn't...know.

Woody rolled his eyes in annoyance. And, even though he couldn't be bothered, he was glad that he was in the position to choose the name. He really couldn't see a way out of this.

"Fine," Woody murmured. "I'll choose."

He then reached for the first scrap he came across in the hat, and unfolded it. He could only slam his hand against his forehead when he read the name.

"Kitty Gaga?" Woody asked expectantly. "Who wrote that?"

Upon instinct, everyone directed their gaze towards the unicorn, who could only look offended at the accusation; not to say that it was false.

"What?" He asked. "Why are you all staring at me like that?"

They were staring at him like that because he was Buttercup, AKA the biggest Lady Gaga fan in the world.

Looking down at the ground shyly and nervously rubbing his hoof against the floorboards, the unicorn then muttered: "I just think the name is cool s'all."

Rolling his eyes, Woody discarded that suggestion and moved onto the next. This one was just as bad, if not worse.

"Sir Malvolio the Great Cat," Woody murmured, before instantly discarding the vote. No need to ask who wrote that one.

Mr Pricklepants could only huff with as much pride as he possibly could.

Woody unfolded another sheet.

"Kelly?" Woody read. "I'll put that on the maybe pile."

Slinky smiled to himself as Woody placed the paper on the floor to his right.

Thank God there were some normal minds around here.

Woody read the next.

"Noodle?" Woody read. "Who the heck wrote that?"

Discarded.

Jessie nudged Bullseye with her elbow, forcing the horse not to speak up, even though it was his own personal suggestion.

Woody then unfolded the next.

"Chip (The English type)?" Woody murmured. What was with the food today?

Discarded.

Oh great. How did Bullseye get to of his suggestions chosen in a row?

Between him and Jessie there were five votes, Jessie had two of her own, whilst Bullseye had three.

If all was lucky, then Bullseye might just get his next one aswell.

Unfortunately for Jessie, all was lucky.

"Prawn Cracker?" Woody murmured in slight annoyance. "Who the hell are coming up with these names?"

Bullseye awkwardly wagged his tail. It wasn't his fault that Bonnie and her parents had a Chinese Take-away the night before.

Jessie then bit her lip as she nudged Bullseye again, before whispering: "Act natural."

Another one discarded.

Woody picked up another one,

"Mr Fluffy-Wuggles?" Woody began, kind of glad for the half decent name. "The 'Maybe' pile."

Totoro smiled.

Woody buried his face in his palm at the next one.

"Catesha?" Woody asked expectantly. "Who wrote that?"

Just great, not only did they have to write the worst name ever, but it had to be inspired by (in Woody's opinion) the worst Pop-Star ever: Ke$ha.

"That's definitely going in the waste pile." Woody muttered, causing Jessie to scowl in Woody's direction.

Woody read the next.

"The Amazing Destructor of Zurg?" Woody murmured, he didn't have to ask who that was from. Couldn't anyone just give him a half-decent name?

Buzz had to force himself not to frown when Woody placed the suggestion on the discarded pile.

But it was the next suggestion that really set things up high for Woody and he gasped.

"Cat Justin Cat Bieber Cat?" Woody asked, before the smile widened on his face. "That is the best name ever!"

As Dolly smiled, the others couldn't help but groan. Why did Woody have to pick the worst name ever?

"Well, I think we have our winner." Woody informed, before continuing. "Well then? Where is the cat?"

"He's outside." Jessie muttered half-heartedly.

Jessie couldn't help but gape at the empty space in the bushes sadly as realization struck her like a knife to the heart.

"B-but he was just here a moment ago."

Woody rolled his eyes. All of this work for nothing? That wasn't even the worst part. He really loved that name!

Jessie stared at the bush for a few moments, before shrugging. At least this wasn't all bad.

She got to annoy Woody, right?

A/N Well...I'm sorry if this seems really odd...and random. I was up till half one in the morning writing this. But couldn't post it until late in the morning.

Oh, and I freakin' love the name 'Kitty Gaga!' I think it's awesome. This update was barely just a delayed inspiration from when my Nan had to name her two new kittens a few months ago:) And it was rather ironic that my uncle (Who's like four years older than me^_^) had a chinese the night before. I'll leave you to guess what he put on his list:) He also came up with Kitty Gaga and a few...inappropiate names. But the name Kelly derived from one of my Nan's old cats (of which has long since been deceased. R.I.P Kelly :( lol!)

I made up the rest of the names.

Sorry for the ramble there. I'm still a bit tired...lol!

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