"The fact that they chased you kinda says otherwise," said the Archangel dryly, stroking down the ruff around the kitten's neck, tracing her head up to her ears. Her tail was too far to feel without leaning across Re-l, and Gabriel opted not to do that because he was likely to fall into her.

Right now, that was not a thing that he was comfortable having happen.

"Don't name her after a goddess," Gabriel said at once, with a wave of his hand. "That's just boring, everyone does that." He grinned suddenly and wickedly. "I know. Bombalurina! It's perfect!" If only because she'd been a kitty sexpot in the versions of the Cats musical he'd seen--the sort that were maybe less-than-fit for public viewing.