AN: This is a one-shot challenge fic as part of the, "Legends of Cerebro" group. (Feel free to join anyone).

When Wolverine was in the garage working on his Harley he received a text from Storm that nearly made him stop what he was doing. All it said was that she had a surprise for him and the hint was meow. So in his mind there was only one obvious conclusion of course; a cat suit. He always did love her in leather. The idea of her slinking around in on all fours towards him with her feline like eyes trained on him was all the encouragement he needed.

However when he rounded the hallway to their loft his nose crinkled. It still smelled heavily of her scent, rain and vanilla but something else clouded it. Something feral, young, animal like. He began to ponder what it was until he heard a tiny bell like chirp. And he knew then automatically. Ugh, really 'Ro?

He opened the door to find a small kitten in her lap as her full lips curled into a content smile. "Did you understand my hint?" she asked with merriment clearly in her voice.

"Not really what I had in mind," he murmured with a glower.

Ororo went on as if she didn't hear his gruffness. One had to do that often with Logan. She continued to coo over the kitten, "There was a litter of three abandoned by their mother near the mansion. Kurt and Jean took one each. I just couldn't deny taking this one."

"So you let a little fur ball in."

Ororo cocked an elegant brow at him with a smirk. "I let you in."

"Har har Darlin'," he said sarcastically as he kicked his boots off then stretched out on the bed. He watched her cuddle the miniature cat. It was completely white with slightly bugged out blue eyes nearly as bright as Storm's. He had to admit to himself it was sort of cute… Sort of.

Ororo rubbed her cheek against the kitten as she asked, "Do you mind watching him for a moment? I have to go to the kitchen and get a saucer of milk for Snow."

"Snow?" he huffed.

"Yes, Snow. I will only be a minute," she replied, leaving the kitten on his upper body before leaving without a definite answer.

Wolverine watched the minuscule thing scamper its way up to his chest, sniffing him as he scented it back.

"You probably got fleas," he stated as he eyed it. Snow answered back with a meow before giving Logan a small head butt causing him to chuckle a bit.

Logan took a large, callused hand and began to stoke the kitten's soft coat, enjoying the feel of it against his hardened skin.

Ororo peered through the crack of the doorframe. She had used getting milk as an excuse. She knew once he was alone with the tiny cat the menacing Wolverine would turn into a gentle, playful pup. Most importantly, she made sure to record it on he phone to share with any disbelievers later.