“May I pat your head?” He nodded so she sat down next to him on the sofa. During the long pat, he yawned twice. She looked at him like he was an exotic toy. “May I hold your hand?” She asked and waited. He stuck out a paw. She admired its softness and pinkness. “Do you like me?” The little girl waited. The object of her affection purred. Then he stood up and stretched before settling in her lap. She had her answer.
A New Friend