Where did this thing come from? His ears were raised, sharply, as he studied her little, wild and wavering tail. Silently, she stared back. We were watching, breathlessly. Two tails made rapid, thin cuts in the dense air.
Kind of Big, she seemed to think, not too worried though, perhaps not even worried at all. Orange, I see? I have some orange spots, too. S.O.F.T. tilted carefully forward, but suddenly changed his mind. A soft bump sounded; his butt hit the floor sooner than the thought as he leaned back.
Mraaa? She hinted, breaking the ice, still sitting tranquil in front of him. No response. Narrow eyes glimpsed half-heartedly at him while she began grooming her paw, delicately. We women knew there was nothing half-heartedly about her licks.
He sniffed at her, eyes big like stones, round, curious and alert, almost as if he had just spotted an alien of some sort. Yet, it was evident that he felt some sorts of connection to this creature. Where did she come from..? He examined me for a brief second, then turned back to her.
She read his cues like a pro, stretching a clean, smooth paw towards him. Sliding by carefully, letting out a little purr, her tail curled up towards his nose, offering a ladylike nudge.
The warmth of her greeting surely meant: "You're in charge, Sir Orange FlaggyTail!" He turned to me for reassurance. She needs me, right?
"She's a baby cat," Mr. Teen explained. S.O.F.T. blinked at this a few times, then bent down towards the baby cat: Ah. Well, for starters, Silly, here is how you lick, he demonstrated, giving her a wash. In that moment, our Daddy Cat was born.
