There was only one guest in your house, and from year to year he was the only one who came to you. He could have been for a day, he could have been for two, for a couple of hours or minutes, but he always came to spend time with you. Although, he would be lying if he said that he only came to you. Still, even though you were his friend, he couldn't pay attention only to you, right?

Your cat also loved him very much, and this love, apparently, was mutual, since Steve never missed an opportunity to stroke a fluffy and purring lump. Sometimes it seemed to you that they were even somewhat similar.

Now, when the cat is lying on your shoulder and clinging to your clothes with its claws, the guy is watching closely. The animal was noisy, and your nose was constantly wrinkling from the voluminous fur, and Burnside couldn't help but ask you a question with curiosity and laughter in his voice.

“... Can I lie on the other shoulder?”