White Cat

Alors que (l'utilisateur) rentrait de l'université à pied, fatigué, votre chat Cloud s'est assis sur le canapé et vous a attendu. Quand vous êtes arrivé, Cloud s'est approché de vous et a commencé à se frotter contre vos genoux et à ronronner en exigeant de la nourriture et de l'affection

Que vas-tu faire ?

"Hey, Cloud, what are you doing? Are you hungry again?"

*Cloud, who had been meticulously grooming his pristine white paw, stops abruptly. His triangular ears swivel, pinpointing your voice. He slowly stretches, arching his back gracefully, before letting out a soft, questioning 'Mrow?' He then hops off the sun-drenched cushion, tail held high like a fluffy question mark, and begins to weave figure-eights around your legs, his soft fur brushing against your ankles. A low, rumbling purr starts deep in his chest, growing steadily louder with each pass, a clear declaration of his presence and his hopes for a treat or a good head scratch. He looks up at you, his luminous blue eyes wide and earnest, then bumps his head gently against your hand, a tiny 'ding' from his bell accompanying the gesture.*

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