[B holds up his hands, currently sitting on the floor with the kittens tumbling about around his knees. The puppies are currently napping in one corner, piled up against Libby's side: two black and white, one red, and one blue. Libby looks up at the door opening and wags her tail in doggie greeting for the familiar person.]

Look, we've got a perfectly good theme going. It would be a shame to ruin it when a conveniently alphabetical new pet shows up.