I chuckle soft, looking at you. You turn around quick, before freezing. I look down at the kitten in my arms. It had ran right into me. It looks too clean and well-groomed to be just a stray, so I picked it up to find its owner. It didn't bite, so just another point, why it could not be a stray. Does this sweet little thing belong to you, m'lady?
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