"Come on, kitten, we're going to be late!" From the hallway, Master yelled.

I felt anxious. We were going to be late, of course. I completed getting dressed in a T-shirt after brushing my teeth.

He motioned with a hand for me to approach while standing and tapping a foot on the ground.

I groaned and put my feet into my shoes near the entrance. "I know we're late," I said.

He put his thumb to my mouth's side. You used a little bit of toothpaste. The man kissed me. The goal is to go pick up the cat from the shelter, bring her back here, show her around, and...