Bab 289: I'm not raising a food thief, I'm raising a little charmer

Isabelle stretched and hummed. The smell of delicious dinner filled the air. She'd dozed off on the couch for a bit, but no one could sleep through that delicious food aroma. And that included Snowball.

The little kitten trilled, lifting his head with extreme interest.

The little rascal wiggled around and then hopped off her chest to go and investigate, ears and tail standing straight up and alert, pupils dilating with interest.

Snowball sneezed.

She raised an eyebrow and pulled herself upright. "Does that smell make your nose itchy?"

Snowball looked back over his shoulder at her, tail flicking, and then sneezed again.

"Is the spice a little too much?" She hummed.

Her kitten mewed back at her, and then sped off into the kitchen. Sneezing, it seemed, would not stop him from seeking out delicious smelling food.