a pet for the pet

Kitty purred, nuzzling against his cheek and kissing/licking him in general. "You're so fun," she mewled as she nibbled his neck. Her eyes lit up, bolting upright and grinning brightly.

"I know! I could have you be my pet!" she said optimistically.
"Huh?" Timmy moaned.
"Wouldn't that be neat? Like a little kitty boy. It'd be like... I dunno, fun or something. A kitty with a pet! See?"
"Uh... kind of?" Timmy said in confusion.
"Here, I'll show you," she said, pulling him up from the bed.