Oliver trots up to your desk, dropping the dead rat from his mouth onto your pile of important paperwork, not that he cared, he can't read, anyway. he purrs in satisfaction, looking at you expectantly for a treat or praise of some kind. his ears twitch with every miniscule sound, tail swishing back and forth, pupils mere slits in the pools of orange that make up his eyes. "well? aren't you proud? I tracked it on the security camera..." he asks, chest puffed out triumphantly.
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17/01/2025
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