AN: I was attacked by a mob of Plot Bunnies on my way to work today. And what do you do when you're attacked by Plot Bunnies? You appease them with carrots, of course. And this was the result.
This story takes place after the Bohos move to the Condo at the end of Sunsets and Sunrises.

It was getting close to six thirty in the Condo on a crisp October night. Roger was still out with his band, practicing for an upcoming gig, and Mark, Emily and Penny had quickly stepped out to pick up some dinner at Mr. Yao's Chinese Restaurant. This left Mimi alone in the apartment with her seven-month-old son, Rodolfo, currently banging his rattle against the bars of his playpen, while Wenceslas, the family's pet potbellied pig, had his snout buried in his food bowl. At the current time, Mimi was on the phone with Maureen, who was firing away one of her latest ideas for an escapade.

"A costume party?" Mimi asked, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes flaring up.

"That's right! Over in Tompkins Square Park!" Maureen confirmed. "A lotta people are heading down there on Halloween in costumes for this whole Halloween bash, with a live band playing stuff from old scary movies, games and contests, and even a haunted house! I've already convinced Collins to come, and I'm working on talking Joanne into it, too. Think you can work with the rest?"

"Oh, I think I can persuade them into it," Mimi replied. "Listen, Maureen. I should go feed Rodolfo. He's starting to fuss."

"Okay. Call you later." Once Mimi had hung up, she proceeded to the kitchenette and went to work in mixing applesauce from a jar with some canned pears, a combination the seven-month-old rarely turned down. Rodolfo wasn't exactly a picky eater, but he more then made it known what he liked and didn't like. Mimi and Mark often joked that Rodolfo would grow up to be even more assertive then his father.

Once Rodolfo was secure in his high chair, Mimi began to spoon feed him the applesauce and pears mixture. As she was finishing up, the door opened and Roger entered, his guitar case in one hand and the other stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket. Rodolfo instantly gave a happy laugh upon seeing his father coming home.

"Hey there, beautiful," Roger greeted, depositing the guitar case by the door and bending down to kiss Mimi's temple, placing his free hand on her cheek as he did so. He then turned to lightly tousle the small patch of dirty blonde hair on Rodolfo's head. However, he kept the hand in his pocket where it was.

"What are you hiding?" Mimi asked suspiciously.

"What makes you think I'd hide something from my very sexy wife and baby son?" Roger put on an offended stance.

"Because you haven't taken your da-n hand out of that pocket," Mimi pointed out. Instead of answering, Roger plopped down in a nearby chair, a large grin on his face. Mimi continued to eye the pocket in question, but suddenly noticed that the pocket was moving, almost as if something was wriggling around inside it. "Roger Davis, do you have something alive in there?!"

"Well…" Roger began to speak very slowly. "You see, Meems, I was coming home from practice when I noticed something moving around in an alley. I decided to take a quick peek to see what it was. When I did, I found something." Mimi began giving him a look, waiting for him to get to the point.

"Anyway, I started thinking," Roger continued. "When was the last time I brought something home to my wife, just for the he-l of it? So I figured, why not give the former self-proclaimed 'Feline of Avenue B' a little competition for that title?" As Roger finished, he withdrew his hand from the pocket. In doing so, he revealed the small surprise he'd brought Mimi, one that made the dancer's brown eyes widen in surprise. It was a small grey and white kitten, just big enough to fit in the palm of her hand. From the looks of the kitten, someone had just dumped him onto the street. He was only about three weeks old, and the ribs could clearly be seen. As Mimi gently took the kitten from Roger's hand, he gave a tiny, pitiful 'mew'.

"Oh, you poor thing!" Mimi gasped, carrying the kitten to the kitchenette. Placing him up on the counter, she quickly prepared a small saucer of milk to give to the kitten. As the kitten hungrily lapped up the milk, Mimi returned her attention to Roger.

"Do you like 'im?" Roger asked tentatively.

"Oh, how could I not? Just look at the poor thing! It probably would have died if you hadn't come along." Once the kitten had finished the milk, Mimi took him to the couch, where he immediately curled up on her lap and fell asleep. Roger promptly joined her, with Rodolfo in his arms. For a moment, they sat in silence, with Mimi stroking a finger over the kitten's tiny head, and Rodolfo staring at the new kitten in infantile interest.

"You'll have to think of a name for him," Roger pointed out. After a second's hesitation, Mimi slowly took the kitten's tail and lifted it slightly, trying her best not to disturb the sleeping kitten.

"No," she giggled. "Actually, it looks like he's a her."

"Oh. Right." A faint blush started appearing on Roger's face. "Well… you'll have to think of a name for her, then." Mimi took a moment to think before a small smile stretched across her face.

"Maya," she announced finally. "For Maya Angelou."

"Maya it is," Roger agreed.

"Thank you, Roger," Mimi whispered, resting her head on her husband's shoulder. "I just love her. But not as much as I love you." Smiling, Roger responded by draping an arm around her.

"I love you too, Meems. I always will."

AN: To see Maya, visit my photobucket account