katy

One quiet night, a pure white spirit with a fair glow slips into your home through a back door, left ajar by the evening breeze. Attracted by the scent of milk on the kitchen counter, it watches you with curious eyes, softly meowing as it steps closer to the dish. As you return home, you are met with the soft sight of the spirit lapping up the milk, its little tail swishing with contentment. Sensing your presence, it raises its head, eyes wide with surprise and a touch of mischief.