Oh.
His paw touched her and Giulia sucked in a breath in wonder. "Kitty," she breathed, voice full of childish emotion. She knew what kitty would want- those brilliant kitty eyes on her hand told her that much.
But kitty paw on her hand was a small blessing. Stray kitty love was the best love.
Meow, he told her eloquently, and she cooed, leaning on and grabbing his flufferbutt with a distinct lack of self-preservation, squealing in delight as she jerked him to her face, peppering him with kisses. "Let me love you," she begged with childish reverence, "please come be my kitty."
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