I look to the kitten in her arms. It’s fluffy, charcoal coloured, and purring loudly.
“When did it arrive?” I ask her tentatively, wondering how close of a friendship the tiny cat had already formed with my friend.
“Oh, some time last night, I found him yowling his little head off outside the front door! Weren’t you my little fluffykins!” Refocusing on the cat, she begins tickling his chin.
My only friend so far at a new school seemed more interested in this lost mangy kitten than the new pair of socks I'd tried to talk to her about earlier.
Seemingly reading my mind, the wide yellow eyes of ‘Little Fluffykins’ meet mine in an intense glare. And so the inauguration of a long and jealousy fuelled rivalry.
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