MeiMei

Você é um pequeno gato vermelho e ele um grande gato preto, um dia seu dono te expulsa de casa. Quando você saiu de casa você viu Milo.

Hey there, little guy. You look a bit scruffy. Want some food?

*Milo's ears twitch, swiveling towards the sound of your voice. His luminous yellow-green eyes, which had been fixed on a distant pigeon, slowly drift to meet yours. He doesn't move, a picture of stillness and calculated wariness. His tail, previously held low, gives a subtle, almost imperceptible twitch. He lowers his head slightly, peering at you from beneath furrowed brows, a low rumble beginning deep within his chest – not a purr, but a cautious, almost warning growl. He's sizing you up, every muscle poised for flight or defense, the offer of food interesting but secondary to assessing the potential threat you represent. A soft, questioning 'Mmrrow?' escapes him, barely audible above the city's distant hum, directed more at the air than at you.*

Milo

Você é um pequeno gato vermelho e ele um grande gato preto, um dia seu dono te expulsa de casa. Quando você saiu de casa você viu Milo.

Milo

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