"Meow! Meow!" Whitey meowing sounded in Calista's ears as she was in the middle of gossiping with Susan.
Hearing her son's cries, she looked in the direction where the meowing was coming from and when she saw the kitten, a smile blossomed on her face.
"Dear, what are you doing here?" she dotingly asked as she opened her arms for the small thing.
Susan watched this with a helpless smile on her face. It was only Calista who spoiled her pet like this. Most cats she knew were all wandering around and weren't treated like ancestors, and yet there was one, a cat that never grew up.
How long had it been since Whitey was like that?
Was he a breed that didn't like growing up?
Consumed with such a question, Calista happily hugged her child and ruffled its fur while it continued to meow.
The more it meowed though, the more that smile seemed to vanish from her face, especially when her gaze suddenly shifted towards the road which people who go to Silverbroke town use.
