The cat didn’t look starved for anything, but it still stared at him from where he stood in front of the shop. It had large eyes, and it didn’t blink even once. It made him uncomfortable. Teddy had a kneazle of his own, but this once seemed incredibly focused on the object in his hand. A muffin, to be exact. With a sigh of defeat ( this mental test of wills was grating), he bent down and let the little beast indulge himself in his morning breakfast. “Spoiled beast.”
















