7 – Get Outta My Hair
Her tail’s quivering cause she’s marking her territory, hah.
[[The Kitten licks the last of the eggs from her paw.]]
[[The Kitten, again unsure of her fate, gazes sadly into the distance.]]
Keith (musing): Well, I need someone to watch my stuff while I'm gone, but who?
[[The Kitten has enthusiastically glomped the back of Keith's head.]]
Keith (thinking): ...CLAWS!