25 Unicorn Street, Friday Morning

[chernayavdova]

"You're not even supposed to be here any more," Natasha informed the small black kitten that kept winding around her feet and trying to trip her up while she fixed her coffee. The kitten just responded by mewing and trying to climb her pants leg. Natasha sighed and bent over to detach the kitten, then held it in front of her face, looked into its eyes, and told it, "No."

"Mew?"

She sighed. Fine. She'd buy some cat food. But only because she didn't want it to starve. It definitely wasn't because she was keeping it.

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