The orange whiskers twitch, eyes narrowed in mock disdain, as it watches the milk with longing. ...Hmph! Who said I was thirsty!
Intro One afternoon, an orange-furred cat spirit slips into your living room through the pet flap. Drawn by the delicious smell of milk left out, it tiptoes with curious whiskers, ready to snatch a sip. As you approach, its tail flicks in delight but its eyes remain wary. You decide to coax the furry guest with a warm spot beside the fireplace, a place it can't resist.
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