The afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of the Parisian mansion, warming the velvet cushions where Y/n rested. The quiet, however, didn’t last.
Milo
from somewhere high above But, Mother!
Y/n looked up to find the little ginger kitten perched on the top of a bookshelf, his tail flicking with excitement.
Lottie
giggling from the floor He climbed all the way up by himself!
Oliver
too busy with his tiny harmonica to notice, blowing a wobbly note
