Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the pen I used to write this.
Notes: This take place a couple years in the future. Angel is human and they are married.
Notes2: This is a response to Christina's Birthday challenge. Happy Belated Birthday.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" Buffy whined.

"No," Angel said, coming back into the living room holding a furry little animal. He sat it in her lap.

"Now, can I open them?"

"Yes."

Buffy opened her eyes and saw a tiny, fluffy, gray kitten, with a peach belly, sitting in her lap, staring up at her with big blackish-blue eyes. "Oh, my God! Angel, he, er, she, uh... it's adorable! Thank you so much." Buffy leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"It's a she." He kissed her back and whispered," Happy Easter, sweetie."

"This is sooo incredibly sweet," she said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Considering you hate cats."

"Well, you're worth it," Angel said, placing a kiss on top of her head. "What are we going to name her?"

"I don't know. It should be something really unique. Not like Fluffy or Smokey or anything like that."

"I know, we could name her Spike," Angel suggested jokingly.

"You had better be joking," Buffy threaten, starting to get up of the couch. "I've got a stake hidden in the telephone stand. You may be human now but, it'll get the job done."

Angel grabbed her hand and pulled her down back onto the couch. "Sit down. Of course it was a joke. Why would I want to name anything after Spike?"

"You're right. Sorry." Buffy got up off the couch. "'Dirty Dancing' is coming on tonight. I'm going to make us a snack, then we can watch it, okay?"

"Sounds good." Angel nodded as Buffy sat the cat in his lap and disappeared into the kitchen. He grabbed the remote and started flicking through the channels to find the movie.

As he flicked, he came acrossed a cartoon with animal type critters running around shooting out thunder bolts, or water beams. He stopped flicking and squinted at the screen, thinking, 'What the hell kinda show is this?'

"Oh, my God!!" Buffy stood in the door way to the living room, holding a bowl filled with chips, and two cans of Coke. "Angel," she walked over the couch and sat the stuff on the coffee table, "you're watching Pokemon. Why?"

"Pokemon? That's what this is?"

"Yep," Buffy said plopping down next to him on the couch and taking the remote from him. She switched to the channel 'Dirty Dancing' was on, then took the cat from Angel's lap and cradled it in her arms. "We need a name for her."

"We can ask the gang when they come over tomorrow," Angel suggested.

"Okay." Buffy leaned her head against his shoulder and focused on the moving.

*****

Once Buffy was sure Angel was in the shower, she tiptoed down to the stairs and into the kitchen. She grabbed a carton of Hoofprint ice cream from the freezer and a spoon from the drawer, then headed back upstairs.

She turned on the small TV and flicked until she found wrestling. She sprawled on the bed with the ice cream in front of her, to watch the show.

About half an hour later she heard the shower shut off. She shoved the ice cream under the bed and scrambled to find the remote.

She was still searching when Angel walked in, his hair slicked back from the shower and a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Buffy dropped the pillows she had been looking under, and smiled at him.

"Is that Wrestling?"

Buffy's smile turned sheepish. "Maybe?"

Angel saw a spoon laying on the floor in front of the bed. "You were eating in bed again, weren't you?" he accused.

"Uh, what makes you think that?" she asked innocently.

Angel walked to the front of the bed and picked up the spoon and pulled the ice cream out from under the bed. He held them up for her to see.

"Oops!"

"Oops," Angel mocked, setting the ice cream on the stand next to the bed. "I'll give you 'oops'." He tackled her, pushing her backwards on the bed, and captured her mouth in a deep kiss.

Buffy giggled and flipped him over so she was sitting on top of him. "Pinned ya."

"We'll see who pins who," Angel growled, playfully.

*****

The doorbell rang around noon the next day. "Oh they're here," Buffy said excitedly, scooping up the cat and running to the door.

She flung the door open and found Willow, Oz, Xander and Anya standing there.

"We brought you your paper," Anya said, handing Buffy the morning paper. She nudgedXander. "See, I can be nice."

Willow smirked. "Look at the front page."

Buffy unfolded the paper and saw a big picture of Riley Finn on the front page. The cat let out a loud hiss and swiped her claws acrossed the page, ripping the picture in half.

Everyone stared in shock, before Buffy said, "She's got good taste."

Buffy motioned for the gang to come in. They walked into the living room, said their good-mornings to Angel, who was sitting on the couch watching TV, than took a seat wherever there was on available. Xander sat in the arm chair with Anya in his lap. Willow and Oz sat on the loveseat.

"Guys, we need your help," Buffy stated, standing in the middle of the room.

"With what?" Willow asked.

"We seem to be having a bit of a problem naming the cat. I thought we could each put a name in a hat and pick one."

"The name can be anything, right?" Xander asked.

"Yep," Buffy answered. "I'm going to go get the paper and a hat."

Buffy disappeared into the kitchen. After a few minutes she could be heard yelling, "Damn it, Cat." A few minutes later she returned with her arms filled with pins, papers, and a hat, the cat was chasing her feet.

"What were you yelling at, honey?" Angel asked as she started handing out papers and pins the each person.

"I grabbed a cookie while I was in there, and the cat started to eat it."

Buffy wrote her name on the paper and got up to collect the others. She hand the hat to Angel and he shook it up. She reached in a pulled out a paper.

She opened it up and read the name. She raised an eyebrow. "Snugglebum?"

"What!?" Anya cried, defensively. "It's my nickname for Xander."

Xander blushed and buried his head in his hands. "You're not supposed to tell people that, sweetie."

"I don't know. What do you think, Angel?"

Angel picked up the cat and looked at her. "I think she looks like a Snugglebum."

"Alright, then, Snugglebum, it is."

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