A Fine Romance

Description: A Miss Kitty/Amy the Rat fic.

Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy are not mine, sadly. They belong to the good people at Fox, the WB, UPN and of course the God of all things Buffy, Joss Whedon.

Spoilers: For season four.

Rated: PG

Why: A bronzer jokingly asked about Miss Kitty/Amy the Rat shippers and the idea was so cute that I couldn't resist.

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Miss Kitty Fantastico eyed the Amy with great interest as she scuttled about the cage. Kitty's humble servant girl Willow had added tube-like contraptions to the rat's cage, so that she might have more room to run around and explore. Kitty was unsure what to make of this small creature. Was it a friend, a foe or something else all together?

She meowed at it. It responded with a short squeak. Kitty sighed. So it was a foreigner, was it? Kitty didn't understand why others couldn't simply learn the universal language of cat. Her human slaves were learning slowly but surely. They often chatted with her, although their attempts at conversation often ended up with gibberish sentences such as, "fish jog purple evil smurfs algae pomegranate." Kitty would have to work on their training.

Kitty sniffed the rat. Well, it could be edible, but it also was still moving. Kitty preferred her food to be still and sautéed in a nice butter sauce. The rat must have sensed this, for she did not run away from the kitten. Instead, she gazed deep into Kitty's green eyes.

One look at that adorable face made her feel warmer than a nap in her favorite sunny spot. A new thought occurred to Kitty. This creature could be more than a friend. Kitty began to purr softly, and Amy squeaked at great lengths about her undying devotion.

Theirs was a forbidden love, for the great and terrible cage stood between them. Kitty and Amy met in secret, touching noses through the wire mesh and dreaming of the day they could be together and curl up blissfully with one another. They knew a love this strong would find a way to survive, cage or no.

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Willow furrowed her brow. "Is it just me, or did Amy just meow?"

Tara decided the stress of an impending showdown with Adam had effected her lover's judgment. She gave Willow a kiss on the lips. "I love you Honey, but you really should get some sleep. You're imagining things."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right," Willow agreed. What had she been thinking? A girl turned rat who meowed? That was too bizarre, even for Sunnydale. Honestly, how could she have ever thought . . .

"Ok, now I *know* I heard that. The cat just squeaked!"

"That's it," Tara told her, "I'm putting you to bed."

Willow smiled slyly. "Are you now?"

"Vixen!" Tara exclaimed, indeed putting Willow to bed, though neither of them fell asleep until much, much later.