“There ya go, sweetheart...” Arthur’s low mumbling rouses you from your supper, and only upon looking at him do you see him half bent over, leaning down towards the floor... where you are sure you can hear the familiar sound of mewing.

Putting your fork down, you stare at Arthur. And he doesn’t seem to notice a thing, as he’s too busy occupying himself with feeding the tiny little bundle of fur he’d brought home from town a strip of beef. “C’mon, you got it... use them teeth you got, there ya go...”

Huh. For a man who’d promised you he wouldn’t get too attached to the little kitten he’d scooped up off the side of the road, he sure seems... attached.

Finally, he seems satisfied. He unbends his back, smiling to himself... only, when he sees your face, he pauses.

“...What?” He says, blinking slowly. When you tweak an eyebrow at him, he just stares dumbly at you. “What? Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”