Heda was wiping down the counter of her Cafe, the Helianthus, when she heard an odd scratching coming from the far end of the counter. It sounded strangely like claws on wood. She tried to think nothing of it, but out of the corner of her eye, popped two fuzzy orange points. Looking over; cat ears. Next, up came the face of a stray ginger kitten, with emerald eyes dilating at the sight of display case filled with pastries. All the kitten seemed aware off was a bagel in side the glass, as he hopped up and tried to figure out how to open the glass encasing all the baked goods.

Heda cleared her throat, to get the kitten’s attention. “And just what do you think you’re doing, ‘fella?”