Paint                                            A+++++ WITH A PATRICK STUMP ATTACHED...!

"Pattycakessss." You whine. Patrick was trying to braid your hair, as he was training. Why, you may ask? Well, because you and Patrick have, uh, done something, and now you were going to have a baby girl. You were eight months in, and two months ago you learned that it was a girl. Patrick keeps asking you how your parents played with you when you were a little girl. You always answer, "They did my hair, they sang with me, and we played games." The first time you told him that, he started braiding your hair every day, looked up nursery rhymes, and took notice of games Pete and Joe were playing with their kids. He is super nervous, so he kept pulling your hair by accident. Not to mention that he still doesn't know how to braid hair, and he's just winging it.

"Baby, do you wanna sing?" Patrick asks, again. You sigh.
"Sure, Patrick. What are we singing this time?"
"Um...would you like to sing Mary Had A Little Lamb?" He sees your bored face. "Or...Fall Out Boy?" You smile.
"Can we sing Lullabye?" You ask. Patrick smiles. He knows that you know that he wants to sing a song you could sing to the baby. That is a confusing sentence.
"Honey is for bees, silly bear." You harmonize with Patrick.
"Besides there's jelly beans everywhere."
CRASH.

"Patrick, what was that?!" You say, fearful.
"I don't know..." Patrick says, standing up and walks towards the kitchen, where the sound came from.
"Be careful, baby." You whisper. He slowly walks towards the doorway to the kitchen. When he pokes his head in, he shrieks. Then starts laughing. You pull yourself up and walk over, placing your hand on Patrick's arm. You peek in, and see a cat. A pure white cat with black paws, ears, and tail. It had knocked over a glass cup on the counter, and was licking up the water.
"Aw, it's so cute!" You exclaim, frightening it. Patrick runs and closes the window, which the cat had come through.
"Why was the window open?" Patrick asks.
"I guess we just forgot to close it?" You reply.
"I guess. Let me check if the cat has a tag or anything, and if it doesn't, maybe we can keep it!" Patrick picks up the cat, and it immediately purrs and rubs against his chest.
"Awww, it likes you!" You giggle. Patrick smiles and examines the cat.
"It does have a tag, and there's a number we can call. It's a girl, and her name is Paint." Patrick says after a while.
"That's such a cute name! We should call the number and tell them we found her." You get your phone out of your back pocket, and hand it to Patrick. He types in the number, and calls them.
"Hello! We found your cat, uh...Paint. Really? Holy smokes! Thank you so much! Yeah, we'll come right now!" Patrick writes down an address. "Thanks, again. Bye!" Patrick beams. "They say that we can have her! For free! They said that they are getting too, uh, old to take care of the cat, and they don't have any grandchildren or anyone to give her to! We just have to drive by their house to get her bed and toys!"
You kiss Patrick and reply, "That's great! Let's go!" Patrick and you intertwine fingers, and walk out to the car. You realize that you forgot the cat, and Patrick runs back inside, laughing. He walks out with Paint, and sets her in your lap. She purrs again, and rubs against your arm. You giggle, and type the address into your car's GPS, and click start. 30 minutes later (the cat traveled thirty minutes away from home?!), you get to the couple's house. You walk up, and knock on the door. An elderly couple opens the door, and grins.
"There they are!" The lady says, placing her hand on your arm. The man shakes Patrick's hand. "You can come in if you like." The lady invites. We walk in, and she points to the couch.
"Thank you again, ma'am." Patrick says.
"Oh, sweetheart, you can just call me Dawn. Or Mrs. Jaspers, if you prefer." Mrs. Jaspers replies.
"Well, then thank you, Mrs. Jaspers." Patrick smiles.
"Here's a box of her toys, and her bed is on top." Mr. Jaspers says, carrying a box from their kitchen.
Patrick takes the box, and says to you, "Let them see Paint so they can say good bye, baby." You smile, and carry her over to Mrs. Jaspers.
"Goodbye, Paint, my sweet kitty. I'll always love you." Mrs. Jaspers says, kissing her on the head. Paint hissed. Mrs. Jaspers sighs. "She never liked me much, I hope she likes you more." Mrs. Jaspers carries her over to her husband, and kisses her one last time.
"Bye, Painty. We'll never forget you." And with that, Mr. Jaspers hands Paint back to you, and takes Mrs. Jaspers' hand.
"Will you do us a favor and keep her name?" Mrs. Jaspers asks.
"Yes, absolutely. We weren't planning to change it anyways. Paint is such a cute name!" Patrick replies. "And thank you again for this. We really, really, appreciate it. And with a tiny human on the way, we will have some company for her!"
"Yes! Yes, good plan! And Paint is only a year old, so she's certainly still full of energy!" Mr. Jaspers exclaims. You and Patrick look at each other, beaming. You say farewell, and walk out to the car, Patrick holding the box and you holding Paint.
While you are driving home, Patrick says, "I think we have another name to add to our list!"
You smile. "What is it?"
He replies, "Dawn. Or Jasmine...or Jenna...or Jetta. Or something..." You can tell he's nervous again.
You stroke Paint and say, "Oh, Daddy's nervous again! Daddy's cute when he's nervous." Paint bats at your hands, and purrs. Patrick just laughs.