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“Ouch!” Naomi tucked her feet under herself and glared at the kitten, who looked rather put out that the toes he had been attacking were no longer in reach. 

“The animal requires rest now,” Seven said. “It should be sleeping.”

“Well tell him, not me,” Naomi said. “I was just sitting here.”

Seven looked at the wriggling beast with growing unease on her face. “The biological library information provided by the Antelorians clearly stated the amount of active play time required for a feline of this age, and this kitten has now exceeded that amount by seventeen minutes.” 

“It’s not a computer. I don’t think you can predict those things down to the minute.” A few years ago, Naomi might have hesitated before correcting Seven of Nine, tertiary adjunct of unimatrix zero-one, possessor of encyclopedic knowledge and an attitude that was… well, a little scary, before Naomi got to know her.

Seven glared at the kitten. The kitten apparently didn’t find her scary at all, because he ignored her and started pouncing on the edge of Naomi’s shadow. “I am not prepared to indulge the unscheduled whims of this life form,” she said. 

Naomi extended one foot again toward the kitten to give it something real to wrestle. It didn’t hurt that much. Then she got an idea: “If you don’t want it,” she said, turning her face up to Seven with the pleading look that had won her a spot on three recent Delta Flyer adventures, “you can tell the captain to take it away. It’s okay that I’ve never had a pet. I’m sure it’s not critical to my emotional development.”

“My research into early childhood development suggests that it is… beneficial to have a dependent lower life form present.”

Naomi grinned. She knew that someday she’d be able turn Seven of Nine’s library computer obsession to her advantage. “Okay. Can we name him Three of Three?” She indicated with her finger that the three of them were a complete unit. Having a pet was one thing, but having a pet with Seven of Nine was even better.

Seven looked like she was going to object, so Naomi made the face again.

Seven reached out one silver-tipped finger to stroke the kitten’s head. “I do not believe the captain will approve of our giving this creature a Borg designation, but… the captain does not need to know.”

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