The mansion was quiet; Henry had gone to bed, and Emma and Regina were settling into the couch. Regina arranged herself at one end with a book in hand as Emma collapsed next to her and flicked the television on. After a moment, she slid down and laid her head on Regina's thigh. Her fingers ran gently across Regina's leg as she watched TV. The brunette smiled softly as she turned a page in her book and her hand settled on the side of Emma's head, her fingers sinking into the blonde's hair.

They were peaceful there for quite a while. Until, Monty came flying across the back of the couch. He dove between Emma's chest and Regina's legs. It had been several months since he had been rescued and his dusty orange color had faded to a near blonde with light orange strips. In his lightest areas, he was almost the same blonde as Emma. He had also nearly tripled in size.

"Monty!" Emma shrieked as the little kitten batted at her face.

"He just wants to play with you darling." Regina said, turning another page in her book.

"Yeah, and he wanted to play with me while I was cleaning his litter box too." The blonde wrapped her arms around the kitten, giving him a gentle squeeze. "He thought the bag was great fun to poke holes into."

"Perhaps he was trying to help."

"Help us go through bags quicker." She gave him another squeeze.

Monty decided enough was enough. He squirmed out of her grasp and settled onto Regina's book instead.

"Monty, you cannot lay on my book." Regina said as she slid the kitten between her and the arm of the couch. He let out a disappointed squeak and curled up against her. "Did you remember to grab the garbage from the bathroom upstairs?"

Emma's eyes grew, "Shit."

"You forgot again."

"I did," she pushed off the couch, "I'll get it."

"No, get it in the morning." Regina said as she reached for the other woman's hand.

"I'll forget. It'll only take a minute." Emma went into the kitchen for a fresh garbage bag and Monty followed. She walked up stairs with a garbage bag in hand and the little blonde kitten following close behind.

The two walked into the bathroom together and he watched her from the toilet seat as she set the new bag on the floor. While Emma was taking the old bag out, Monty looked down at the empty bag. He glanced over at Emma. Her back was turned as she struggled with the other bag. His pupils dilated and he leapt.

Emma turned around just in time to see the kitten run off. It took half a second for her brain to process the rustling she had heard from the kitten. The bag! "AH! Come back here with that!"

Monty ran off down the stairs, the bag in tow. Emma wasn't far behind. The ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Then back out into the hall. She nearly had him. Just as she was about to grab his tail, he skidded to a halt.

Emma slid onto the wood floor and Monty took off in the opposite direction. The kitten thundered into the living room and flew into the air. His take off was full of grace. He soared over the back of the couch and came crashing into Regina's lap, bag still in his mouth.

"Hello." She grabbed him before he could escape and let her book slide off her lap and onto the couch.

"Where is he?!" Emma huffed as she skidded into the living room.

Regina took the bag from the little kitten, "I've got him, sweetheart," she said, handing the bag back to Emma.

"Thank you." She growled, narrowing her eyes at the kitten.

Regina smiled down at little Monty as he settled into her lap. "Is she tormenting you?" she asked as she scratched the top of his head.

"He started it!" Emma growled.

"He was attempting to play with you."

"Sure he was. I'm watchin' you." The blonde waved her finger at the little kitten, who rubbing against Regina, purring.

It was long into the night or early in the morning, depending upon your point of view. To Monty, it was the perfect time to start playing. The clock had just struck one. The two women who had adopted him had gone to bed a few hours earlier, leaving him on his own. That was when a fly had buzzed into his view. He chased it up and down the house, from room to room, and window to window.

After half an hour of chasing, it landed on a tall lamp in the corner of the living room. He sat below it watching the fly buzz around the lamp shade. The springs in his legs compressed and 'spring.' He leapt up at the fly, coming just short and smashing into the lamp instead.

Regina jumped at the sound and peered around the dark bedroom. She looked over at Emma, who was snuggled in beside her. The blonde had barely registered the noise. Regina shook her. "There was a noise." She hissed, into Emma's ear.

"Go back to sleep. It was the wind."

"That was not the wind." Regina insisted.

"Mmm….fine."

The two slid out of bed and made their way down stairs, looking down at the fallen lamp and a very apologetic kitten, who rubbed against their legs.

"You got an excuse for this one?" Emma grumbled.

"No." Regina lifted the kitten up, looking him in the eyes, "Bad kitten."

"Yeah, bad kitten." The blond rolled her eyes as she put the lamp back into its stand position, "At least he didn't break it. You're lucky you're so cute." Emma growled, scratching Monty's chin.

"I think he knows it, too," grumbled Regina as she held the little monster.

"Let's go back to bed." They shuffled back upstairs and into bed. Monty settled into bed with them, curling up on the pillows above their heads.