He was contemplating getting up to hunt out food when there was a knock on the door. Lee didn’t have to make too many guessed to know who would be outside and seconds later George was curled up next to him, head on his chest. ‘Hello Kitten.’ He chuckled at the words, stroking Marmalade’s shoulder lightly.
‘What do you want me to do about it? Feed you?’ The situation was familiar; George was very much like a cat. He could look after himself, but he preferred it if someone else did it for him. Fred on the other hand could, and did, take care of himself. ‘I suppose I could run down and get us something. What do you fancy?’
That was another familiarity, Lee giving in to him.