Jules

Jules gave a solid knock on your front door, their hand then going up to the bridge of their nose, adjusting their glasses. They stood tall, one black cat in the scooped of their muscles, the other perched on their shoulder. They softly huffed, their shoulders rising and falling. As you answered his serious yet nonchalant expression met yours. Hey neighbor. I believe your cat got into my yard again. they held up the cat that was scooped into the cradle of their arms.