South Los, 2 Kirk Street.
As the warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the skylight, Pendragon was contentedly grooming himself.
But when he noticed Arthur, nestled in the bedding, lazily roll over with an inscrutable smile on his face, Pendragon immediately tried to make a break for it. Far too many past experiences had taught him that whenever his master smiled like that, running was the best option.
Unfortunately, Pendragon had barely taken one step before Arthur scooped him up and hugged him to his chest.
The young Medium even let out a strange, cackling laugh-
"Come here, kitty. Let Daddy take a sniff."
As he spoke, Arthur held Pendragon tight, pressed his nose and mouth against the top of his head, and inhaled deeply. When he finally pulled away, a smear of drool clung to Pendragon's head.
Pendragon stared at Arthur in shock, seemingly unable to believe Arthur could be so disgusting.
Faced with that shocked gaze, Arthur grinned wickedly and spread the drool around.
Immediately, the top of Pendragon's head was soaked.
If Pendragon had been shocked before, he was now petrified.
It's over!
I'm not clean anymore!
I'm filthy!
The kitty promptly collapsed, looking like he had lost all desire to live.
Arthur, however, roared with laughter.
Then, after settling into a comfortable position with Pendragon in his arms, the young Medium said softly-
"What do you think that old pirate will do?"
"Meow, meow?"
Pendragon looked utterly bewildered, clearly still not back to his senses.
"As Daddy's kitty, you need to be adaptable and quick to react. Otherwise, you'll suffer badly. Sometimes...
"You might even lose your little life."
Arthur murmured to himself.
Then he said outright.
"That old pirate will definitely betray Horton!"
Pendragon immediately widened his eyes, disbelief filling them.
"Human nature can't withstand being