“Hey there little guy. Sorry to intrude.” Donnie sat down with a completely ungraceful thud, (Leo would be mortified,) onto the wood dock and dangled his feet into the pond. He regards his companion, a small kitten covered in uneven tufts of black fur and calico markings across its back and belly. The kitten regards Donatello briefly and then returns to munching on whatever object it has deemed food.
“I wonder where your momma is little guy.” Donnie lifts the kitten onto his palm, interrupting its dinner and looks it over. “Whoops, little girl! You’re a little ungainly but I guess it works for you. You are kind of adorable as a tiny tempest in a teacup sort of way.” The kitten mews its indignant fury at being removed from its dinner and it digs tiny kitten teeth and tiny kitten claws into his thumb and palm in a way of protest in being picked up. Years of working in the lab, martial ar