Niles jumped in surprise when the brown and white striped cat appeared in Frasier's living room. "Dear God! What is that?"
Frasier smiled proudly. "That is Mr. Bottomsly."
"But what is it doing here?"
"Oh for God's sake Niles, can't you see? I'm cat-sitting!"
To Niles' horror, Mr. Bottomsly made his way across the living room and jumped into Daphne's lap. She grinned in delight, stroking the cat's fur. "Oh Niles, look! He likes me!"
That appeared to be an understatement, for Mr. Bottomsly was now rubbing his face against Daphne's very pregnant stomach. At that moment, he felt the baby move. "It seems that he likes our child, too!"
Niles stared at her, his heart warmed by the sight. "I can't say that I blame him." When Daphne looked at him in surprise, he went to the sofa and sat down beside her, tentatively stroking Mr. Bottomsly's head and ears. And then Niles placed his hand on Daphne's stomach. At that moment, he felt the baby move. It wasn't the first time that he'd felt his unborn child move, but it warmed his heart just the same. His hand still on her stomach, he kissed Daphne's' sweet and beautiful lips. "I love you both, very much."
Daphne pulled him toward her, kissing him deeply. "I love you too, Niles."
Mr. Bottomsly didn't move and instead stayed perfectly still in Daphne's lap, content to let her pet him. "You're such a sweet cat." She said, looking at his furry face. And then she raised her eyes to meet her husband's.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Niles?"
Niles grinned. "I was just thinking."
"Well, perhaps when our child is older, in about six months, we could get a cat of our own, a pet to make our family complete."
Daphne stared at him in disbelief, and even Niles couldn't believe that he'd spoken the words aloud. "Oh Niles, really?"
Looking at her now, the cat nuzzling against her stomach, Niles was filled with love. And he knew that he'd meant every word.