Ray POV
"Lucia the Fourth?" Claudia finally looked up at me, waiting for an answer, but Anok beat me to it.
"It's the tabby kitten that ran away just now," Anok rubbed the black cat resting on her lap. "It's his favorite cat of the fourth generation."
"I don't like animals," I corrected her while looking for Lucia the Fourth. It didn't take long for me to spot her hiding under a small stool. So I picked her up and rubbed her ear.
The cat meowed and nestled comfortably in my arm as I walked towards Claudia and Anok on the sofa.
"Oh?" Anok raised her brow. "Don't trust him, girl. Do you know that he single-handedly raised these kittens in his younger days and constantly checked up on them?
