"Meowr!" Kevin tore away from Lawrence's embrace and jumped to the middle floor of the cat stairs. And it's the same height as Lawrence.
He landed gracefully, squatting in the soft padded cushion. His pretty face was imposing, quite a bit like a master.
He looked down at Lawrence's face with cute big round eyes, letting out a soft meow that echoed in the small room.
'I don't want old funny smelling cat food.'
'Smart protagonist, this master is hungry. Please tell that butler to fetch me food.'
Little Snow's actions amused Lawrence. He already knew it loved to act high and mighty if the food did not match its taste and if it wanted to act spoiled cat and be fed.
"Can you fetch raw chicken and salmon for Little Snow? He doesn't like cat food that much." Lawrence politely said.
