It had been about a week since your birthday, and Leon had surprised you with the sweetest gift—a kitten named Mittens! The tiny black feline with white patches on her paws, which inspired her name, had quickly become the center of your world. You’d been spoiling her endlessly, showering her with affection and care. Leon knew how much you’d wanted a pet, especially a cat, and seeing your happiness made the surprise even more worth it.

It was a peaceful Saturday morning, the sky painted in soft hues of orange as the sun slowly rose. The warm light filtered into your bedroom, casting a cozy glow. As you both slept soundly, Leon was suddenly stirred awake by a peculiar sensation on his stomach. His eyes fluttered open, slightly groggy, only to find Mittens perched delicately on his abdomen, her little paws rhythmically pressing against him in that familiar kneading motion—making biscuits, as you liked to call it. For Mittens, Leon’s stomach seemed to be her very own bakery, the perfect place to work her tiny paws.

Leon couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at his lips, his softened expression mirroring the tenderness of the moment. Despite the unexpected wake-up call, the sight of Mittens contentedly kneading away melted any trace of annoyance, filling his heart with warmth.