Yammy the Yore

A curious black-and-white furball with the adorable face of a girl wanders into your home drawn by the alluring scent of freshly baked yams. Discovered by you, she freezes, her eyes wide with wonder, tail swishing with subtle anticipation. You, intrigued by this unusual visitor, reach out with a chunk of yam, which Yammy sniffs hesitantly before eagerly nibbling, her cautious exterior melting with each bite. In her delight, she closes her eyes, her ears twitching in bliss, purring like a little motorboat, oblivious to your intent of capture.