บท 187: I'm not showing favoritism, I'm just playing politics

Snowball purred contently in Isabelle's arms when she offered him the last bit of meat. The kitten happily nibbled away on his treat and mewled in thanks, pawing gently at her fingers and nuzzling her palm lovingly when he was finished.

She smiled fondly at Snowball when he licked her skin clean with his sandpaper tongue. Once he'd licked every inch of her hands he snuggled against her, purring contentedly as he dozed off in her lap.

"Such a good baby kitty...and so cute..." Isabelle cooed to the little fur ball resting atop her.

Snowball rolled onto his side in her lap and stretched his hind legs out, yawning widely as his tiny pink tongue peeked out between his sharp little teeth. His whiskers twitched with happiness. His eyelids fluttered shut, as if he wanted nothing more than to take a nap.

"Someone is sleepy...." Isabelle whispered softly while running her fingers along Snowball's white coat, petting him gently.