for once, this old feline was content. he was gently purring as he rubbed his muzzle against the young girl’s leg, meowing softly and pawing at her a bit. he felt safer when he was around younger humans; they didn’t scold him for knocking things over or eating all the cat treats.
his tail swayed slowly, an ear flicking before he scratched it with his fore-paw. for a ragged, battle-scarred tomcat, he was surprisingly sweet.
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