Novel & Cerita What Does Slow Blinking Mean To A Cat

"Whether in this life or in the past, your obsession is truly repulsive." She said, clicked her tongue. She then stroking that painting which was made in the 18th century. After being satisfied looking at the painting, the woman then put on her sunglasses, hiding her blue eyes that looked abnormal because her irises were like a crescent moon with very different shades of blue between the left and the right. She then crouched down, grabbed a silver cat who had been accompanying her. "Good boy," She said while stroking the cat's head with a smile that would dazzle the people who saw it.

Malcom lifts his head when I lean over to put my plate on the coffee table, turns his yellow eyes on me and gives me a slow blink, as if I'm really messing with his night. "See? He's such an asshole." "Aren't most cats?" "Well, yeah, but he's exceptional." I rub his head and he begins to purr again, nestling his soft head into my hand. "Hmm. I don't know. He seems alright to me," I croon to him, looking at Chloe out of the corner of my eye.