Kyo's face lit up and he picked up the cat. He [b]loved[/b] cats. They were so cute and had such soft fur, but could be so cool with their incredible balance, ninja-like silence and reflexes, and their amazing senses. A fighting cat was a force to be reckoned with, yet they seemed so happy with a stroke of their fur and a cup of milk. How any one creature could so flawlessly fit both sides of the spectrum of desirability in his mind never failed to surprise him. He happily pet Nixie, even pressing his cheek to her head gently in his new found happiness.