Chapter 4Confessions of a Feline White Moonlight

My campaign began. His attitude softened day by day. It went from: "Don't come over here." To: "I said don't come over." To: "Fine, come over." To: "Come here." To: "Here." Three months later, he could still say (publicly): "It's just a cat." But at night, when no one was around, he'd drop his bag, squat down, and whisper-shout: "MY LITTLE FLUFF-NUGGET!" I didn't even have to do anything anymore. Me: [Literally just breathing.] Liam: [Such skill! Such calculated affection!] System: [This guy's personality switch is giving me whiplash.] I purred on his lap, flicking my tail. [What? You mean this isn't a universal talent?] System: [I'm starting to think Cleopatra's secret weapon wasn't her beauty. It was just a cat.]