Imagine a soft couch, deep green. The lights are low, soft glow coming from candles all around the walls. the floors were soft and warm, the carpets doing their work well; one would not hear anyone sneak about. A girl, slender, tall, longhaired and with grace written over her in her movements and looks

The lady fine was walking to the couch, to rest upon. a hard =time has befallen her, and lasted for a time too long for anyone to bear. yet...she had done so. her head kept high, her spirits merry and showering the world with her love, joys and care. It was not a surprise that she needed the rest, needed the break. Softly, she lied down on the couch, her eyes closed.

A small kitten hopped up from the ground and snuggled this lady, to comfort her, to let her know all is well, all will be well and that nothing showuld let her worry her sleep and rest. The cat will look over her, as it was holding her now, however small it was. The lady cared for this kit as no one else done. It was but normal to return the favour, hm...?

The lady smiled at the small kitten, then pulled it close to her bosom, kissing it lightly on its head, smiling at its actions. For certes, a kitten cannot do much...yet this one's actions has made her smile, a thing she hasn't done much...and it was much needed...

The kitten mewed softly, purring some at the attention it got. Yes, the little cat was glad and happy. It got the smile, it got the cuddles and it knew that this night, the night will be safe and warm. Both for the kit and for the lady.

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Imagine this. A girl, slender, youthful and happy. With catears and a tail. Sure, such images might be kinda strange, but they are there. Now imagine this girl on hands and knees, Mewing a bit, looking at you pitifully. Her cookie has fallen to the ground. A sad sight? Maybe. Maybe not. One could step on the cookie and laugh at her and watch her sadness go deeper and might even cause her to cry. Or…one could hand her a new, fresh cookie.

Now to the image of the girl herself. A sweet girl, just near the end of her teens. A free spirit, looking kind and genteel at the world, a smile always on her face. A perfectly chiseled face, long hair flowing well over her back, breaking the light in interesting ways, making it seem as if it is glowing. A slender built, wearing a private high school uniform. The cat ears should’ve given something away, just as the tail would make one stop and think.

Now imagine her, sitting against a tree, knees pulled up against her chest and nibbling a large chocolate chip cookie, eyes closed and with a happy smile, even making the sounds of a happy kitten content with what she has at this moment in life.