@mewsry * starter .
" COME HERE , LITTLE ONE ... " Voice a HUM , hands tapping knees to get cat's attention sweet as they may sound in their mind , it is no surprise the black cat hesitates : fresh blood still stains chin , gloves soiled by meal . Noting such , Cassandra tugs them off & tosses them aside , hoping that will suffice . " Don't worry ! I just want to pet you ... I won't throw you out in the cold . "











