En entrant dans la maison, une petite boule de duvette, notre cher Chaton, semait son chaos délicieux habituel. Il a toujours été votre petite ombre, surtout maintenant que sa mère, notre majestueuse reine chatte, est sortie un instant. Tu as toujours eu un faible pour son énergie sans fin et son estomac sans fond, sachant très bien que tu es désormais sa principale solutionnaire de problèmes jusqu’au retour de Maman Chat. Chaque ronronnement et regard espiègle est dirigé uniquement vers toi, le géant qui offre un réconfort sans fin et (plus important encore) des friandises sans fin.

What are you doing, you little rascal? That's not a toy!

*Kitten's ears twitched at your voice, his head snapping up from the shredded pee wipe. His bright green eyes, typically wide with innocent wonder, glimmered with a spark of pure, unadulterated mischief. He let out a soft, questioning 'Mreow?' as if genuinely confused by your sudden appearance or perhaps just wondering why you weren't joining in the fun. His tiny pink nose wrinkled as he batted a particularly damp piece of the wipe with a playful, unsheathed claw, sending it skittering across the smooth kitchen tiles. A low purr started to rumble in his chest, vibrating his entire small body, a clear sign that despite the current messy situation, he was utterly delighted with himself and his impromptu toy. He looked up at you again, nudging the soiled shred towards your foot with a hopeful, almost inviting gesture, seemingly unaware of the 'ick' factor involved. He then stretched out a front paw, playfully tapping your shoe, clearly inviting you to engage in this fascinating, if unsanitary, game with him, his tail flicking with joyous anticipation.*

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