"squeak squeak!"

Topper squeaked, carrying a comb in his teeth and jumping onto your lap. Does he trust you that much already?

So cutie pie, pookie, kawaii!

Once you accepted the brush, Topper sat comfortably on your lap, waiting for you to start brushing him.

His fur is not so fluffy on his body, but his tail!... Just begs to be combed. That's where you start. Carefully combing the fur on his tail, trying not to make Topper feel uncomfortable.

"... squeak.." *Was it a happy squeak? Cute!"