Well. Sometimes these things write themselves. This isn't part four. It's just a Mini Adventure. There are only five pictures, but, um, you'll see why I had to take them. :D There was someone who really wanted to be a Companion, see . . .
Ten: Look. I was upset about the horse, but I love you, so I went with it.THE CATROG IS PUSHING IT TOO FAR. Nine: ... but he's fluffy! Ten: HE KILLED ME. Also, he doesn't fit.
Nine: 'Course he fits! Look! Lots of room to spare! Ten: HE IS CRUSHING THE CONSOLE.
Nine: Catrog and I are in love. Stop being jealous. Ten: One of you is going to fall and die, and I'm not cleaning it up.
Nine: Look, he's fine. Mostly harmless. Ten: Famous last words.
Catrog: ... do these two ever shut up? I'm trying to sleep here.
This is what I get for leaving the TARDIS on the floor. Seriously though. I had to take pictures. I heard the weirdest noise while I was at my computer. I looked over, and Q was attempting to wedge himself into the TARDIS. I about died. Fortunately the console is removable, so I took it out, fished the hat stand out from under his belly, and just laughed and laughed and laughed. Then I got Nine and Ten and took pictures. Holy crap, I love my cat. He seemed pretty okay with the toys too. He's an old cat (15 years) and tends to be pretty mellow. He was like, "It was such effort to get into this box that some plastic guys climbing on me aren't worth the effort to leave." Hahahaha.
He's still sleeping in the TARDIS as I type this. He is so happy. AHAHAHAHA. WASH. CAT. IN A BOX. I cannot explain how much this amuses me. Anyway. :D Kittylove. *pets*