[There's a huge swell of pride that blooms in her chest and explodes throughout her whole body when he leans into her touch and his cute ears pop out. She can remember a time when he hissed at her-when she tried to earn his trust by dragging him to the beach to catch a meal with her bare hands. When she resorted to feeding him grass and he accepted it in his own way-the way that makes her realize he's her favorite. She remembers the hot sun beating down on them and his kind instruction on how to play music on the grass, instead of using it as food.
She's so happy.
He trusts her. His days of kitty denial are over, though he stopped arguing the point long ago. The gentle purr makes her feel secure enough to shut her eyes, following suit with a quiet hum of her own.
It's safe here. It's safe with him. She doesn't have to worry about a creature sneaking up on them because the purr is a barrier that's going to keep dangerous monsters at bay. Her hum can be the backup that protects him. She can relax-scratch his little gray ears with one hand and pet ESP kitty with other.
Because right now, nothing can hurt her. Nothing can hurt them. They're safe in this little bubble they've created on the grassy hillside where they normally play. Where they spend time looking out into the ocean and whistling with little pieces of grass until the sky gets dark.
And maybe today, they can do this instead. She can spend the afternoon protected by this feeling and quietly hope it's washing over him as well.]
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She's so happy.
He trusts her. His days of kitty denial are over, though he stopped arguing the point long ago. The gentle purr makes her feel secure enough to shut her eyes, following suit with a quiet hum of her own.
It's safe here. It's safe with him. She doesn't have to worry about a creature sneaking up on them because the purr is a barrier that's going to keep dangerous monsters at bay. Her hum can be the backup that protects him. She can relax-scratch his little gray ears with one hand and pet ESP kitty with other.
Because right now, nothing can hurt her. Nothing can hurt them. They're safe in this little bubble they've created on the grassy hillside where they normally play. Where they spend time looking out into the ocean and whistling with little pieces of grass until the sky gets dark.
And maybe today, they can do this instead. She can spend the afternoon protected by this feeling and quietly hope it's washing over him as well.]