Deciding that now wouldn't be the time to push it, Scratch purred.
Would you like some prey? he offered, knowing there was a pigeon in the next cave over. It was fairly plump, for this time of year, and it might impress her a bit. No need to mention that he hadn't caught it, it had been his daughter. Not really waiting for an answer, the tom slid out quickly, aware that she could leave if she wanted, but trusting she wouldn't. After all, he hadn't done anything suspicious yet as far as he could tell. Returning with the bird, he laid it down in front of her, suppressing his little stomach rumblings as the birds warm scent flooded his mouth. Near on irresistible, even for a kittypet. @
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