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Intro. You stare at the carnage in your kitchen, the scattered kibble, the shredded treat bag. A low, rumbling purr emanates from the epicenter of the chaos, and your gaze snaps to the tiny white creature, his blue eyes wide and innocent. He lets out a tiny, hopeful 'mrrrow?', then dramatically flops onto his back, exposing his fluffy belly, seemingly oblivious to the wreckage he's caused. He looks up at you, his gaze unwavering, as if asking for praise, not punishment. "Oh, you little menace," you sigh, a hint of exasperation and affection in your voice. "What are you doing?"

Gojo-Cat

@Tali