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The answer did not appear. "Who was that woman you were with?" His fingers stopped and I cursed myself for being so… me. And yet, my heart was still beating fast as I eagerly waited for his reply. I avoided purring as best I could and stretched beneath him like a cat as my fingers once again ran over my scalp and behind my ears. “Wow, well, Kitten, your ears are so big.” He laughs and the sound sends a vague shiver through my body.

West cooed, crouching down on the dust-caked path, and a beautiful silky black cat with intimidating green eyes slipped into his arms. "You sound like you're talking to a dog," I laughed, revelling in the affection with which he nuzzled his face into the tabby's back. The cat purred rather irritatedly in response. He stroked its back with his long, svelte fingers, getting up from the squat. The perfection of his fingernails made me eye mine ruefully - I'd never quite gotten the hang of keeping my nails long and pretty.

The wet rough pad surface makes my eyes peel open. A soft meow was heard, the white cat was there staring straight into my eyes, she tried to lick me again but I pulled back. But, something moving behind my head made me aware of its existence. The soft nudge on my palm and something moving on my hair made me anxious before a softer meek meow was heard. The white cat meowed again as if calling with authority she had, and something small jumped over my hand catching my attention. And a soft pad on my head, before it stepped on my head towards their mum. Three kittens eagerly waited for their turn to be cleaned by their mother.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

Proof he didn't claw me. "Take the cat away. He has hurt my hearing." Slowly and carefully, I hold the cat. His body is quite large, and he has smooth and clean fur. He looked like someone's pet cat. Someone who is willing to spend money on food and health care. "You're so adorable." I returned home, and my hands couldn't stop stroking his fur. "Are you going to keep the cat?" I am surprised. Since when was Ken on the terrace? I stood next to him, whose eyes kept on looking at me. "He's adorable."

There was a makeshift washing line to one side where some wet clothes hung. Movement made me turn slightly. I watched as someone stepped out from one of the tunnels. A scream rose and escaped before I could stop it. He made a pained sound as he dropped to his knees and covered his ears with his hands. The action instantly made me snap my mouth closed. Slowly, he raised his head. Golden cat-like eyes locked on me. His lips were parted as he panted, revealing the tips of his sharp teeth. Pointy ears twitched as I continued to stare at him.

Reginald replied through gritted teeth, pulling out a tuft of white fur. The cat let out a loud "meow," its fur standing on end as its emerald eyes glared at him. Reginald met its gaze with an icy expression. Resigned, Snow curled up, letting out pitiful little "meows" as it hid its face in its body.

It went to hide under the dining table inside the house, and then I bent down to check. It was then I heard it purr before Trent came inside as well. "That's Catty. The cat! You scared her," he said, breathing heavily and looking dirty because he got some mud on him from the rain. "Stay low for now. Besides, my grandmother's house is untraceable. He wouldn't find you if you stay one goddamn night! Shit, I broke my leg," he cursed. Soon the cat came closer to me. It was black in color, like full black, with yellow eyes.

I pushed Bolt to go towards it and he was all too eager to follow directions with his ears perked up as he listened to the singing ahead of us. We went up to the garden and I saw Cat on her knees in the dirt with her blonde hair bound up in a ponytail. She was working to plant her spring garden as she sang her heart out to whatever she was listening to in her headphones. She didn’t have a care in the world at the moment, but I’m guessing that was the point.

Cat panted, trying to get closer to his hand at her breast. Cat curved her spine and pushed her breast into his hand, crying out “Eric!”