Sticky Situation - Robin and John Stoker

"What is this stuff?" John asks, holding up a gummed together chunk of Robin's hair.
"Pine sap." Robin shrugs. "There was a kitten stuck up there."
"I'm surprised it's not stuck in your hair now. Half the rest of the tree is." John shakes his head. "How do I get this out?"
"Try with the oil," Robin says, nodding slightly toward the kitchen cabinet the Rowan is opening. "If that doesn't get it, you could use alcohol."
"So much for that bottle of whiskey I was planning on taking home, I guess."
"Not that kind of alcohol!" Robin laughs. "I have rubbing alcohol in the house."
John takes the olive oil bottle a branch of the Rowan is holding out to him. "Okay, well, we'll try this first." John works some of the oil into the most matted strands of Robin's hair. It works better than he expected.
The kitten responsible for the whole mess wanders into the kitchen, rubbing itself around John's legs and complaining at being ignored.
"I'm working here," John says, shaking his head, but stops long enough to sort of awkwardly scoop the little pest up with his forearm to avoid covering it in oil, and set it in Robin's lap. The kitten settles into his legs, purring and kneading energetically. John winces, but Robin seems immune to the claws digging into his thigh.
John shakes his head and continues working on the sap, until Robin stops petting the cat and looks up.  "Um...he's got some sap in his fur too..."
"Oh no. I draw the line at cats who try to bite my hand off when I touch them. He's all yours."