Evening.
Parlour, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"The box" Helena reminded Lydia about the gift box from her husband. Helena was a lover of gifts.
"You are right" Lydia took the box from the side table and placed it on her lap.
Helena perked up. "What is it?"
"Come closer" Lydia invited as she took off the first cover.
"It is… Red" Lydia's sentence cut short when she felt a nudge and a purr, she looked down and it was her white bundle of cuteness.
She dropped the box and picked Red up with a smile, he seemed heavier today she thought but it was nevertheless cute and hers.
"Helena meet Red, my cat" Lydia introduced, placing the fluffy let on her lap.
Helena nodded with a smile but as she met the cat's golden eye her smile froze.
This was not an ordinary cat, she thought.
This must be the beast.
He exists.
