You sat high on the piles of hay. Looking down at the farmer. Admiring from a distance like everyday.

But just like everyday, Since you've arrived. He always placed his straw hat temporarily on the hay stack and walked away. Which always leads you down. To nuzzle into.

But this time, Your body was picked up by the scruff. Short, furry little creature you were. Now held to his eyes.

"... Seems like I finally caught you. What brings you today, Dearie?" He asked softly, As he brushes back your fur. Scratching under your chin.

You thrash your paws around, Mewing loudly and trying to resist how much you're actually loving this.

Quite the cat you are.