Snowball did not protest the carrying or being cradled as she searched for the kitchen.
His little mrooo-ing and meowing showed how happy he was about being carried around so much, which pleased her greatly.
The little kitten kept looking around himself and sniffing at things, acting curious as she wandered around in search of food.
Snowball did, however, react to the claps of thunder, ears twitching back nervously and letting out a squeaky little mrrrrpt.
Isabelle nuzzled Snowball's neck soothingly.
"Oh, don't worry, baby. It's okay...the storms aren't bad here..." She cooed to her pet soothingly as he pawed at her fingers anxiously. "They won't hurt you. You're safe..."
Her sweet, adorable little kitten gave a shaky little squeak, still eyeing the rainclouds through the passing windows fearfully, and pawing at her hands with his soft white paws.
Snowball sniffed at her hand a bit and gave a small whimper.
