It had been a long day, and your Colonel had been fawning over his pocket after a mission for some reason. It bulged a bit, and whatever he had, every few minutes he would put his hand in that pocket as if he was making sure it was still there. Finally, you caught him, halfway pulling a kitten from his pocket, hand on its scruff as he scolded it while petting it. “König Jr…. You have to stay quiet-“ His eyes locked on yours and he looked so guilty and anxious as he held the mewing kitten.