Delivery for Mordred Le Fay

[Leela Dy Cazaril]

There's a knock at the door, and quite a few ringing bells. There's a man standing there with a small cage for a delivery to Mordred Le Fey.
Inside a tiny tabby cat. 



There's a note:

Mordred! I was in town today, and i've been thinking a lot about what's happened, and that I'm glad you're better. 
I thought, maybe having a pet might be good for you. That and I'm pretty sure Meredith likes cats. 

He's yours to name, even though I was rather tempted to keep him, but I don't think the school accepts pets. 
I do hope I can be god-mum and come visit the little thing. 

Love you 
Leela

PS: This was also partly Dad's idea, but don't tell him I told you.

[Mordred Le Fey]

Mordred had been in the shower when the knocking and bell ringing started, and, tempted as he was to ignore it, he finally made it down the stairs with a towel around his waist, his hair dripping. Pulling open the door and having a cage and a note thrust into his hands, he stared at the retreating delivery man in confusion, before finally opening the note and reading it.

He held up the cage and looked in it - sure enough a tiny tabby kitten sat mewing at him, it's head tilted to one side as it studied Mordred.

He kicked the door shut, putting the cage down on the floor and opening it, reading the note again. He sat on the floor and looked at the kitten as it nervously left the cage, sniffing everything. "What the hell am I supposed to do with you?" He asked in disbelief, wondering what on earth Leela was thinking. He could barely take care of himself, how was he supposed to keep a tiny ball of fur alive?

The kitten moved forward clumsily, reaching Mordred's leg and clambering onto it with all the effort of climbing a mountain. As he watched, the cat walked up Mordred's thigh, curled up against his torso and purred, licking Mordred's hand that was resting on his leg. Mordred's eyebrows raised as he watched it.

Gathering the kitten into his hand and holding it close to his chest, Mordred allowed himself to grin as the animal jumped onto his shoulder and nuzzled against his neck. "Alright, you can stay." He turned and headed back upstairs, the kitten travelling comfortably on his shoulder. "Satan and Mordred. This could work."