I'm not the one making them brats, I'm being sabotaged
Isabelle cradled Snowball to her chest as she fed him a bottle of milk. He was old enough not to really need it regularly anymore, but apparently it was good for him to still drink it occasionally.
The little ball of fur kept his paws on the bottle, as if he could hold it there through the power of his own grip. He stared intensely up at her while he drank.
Her eyes crinkled, and she couldn't help laughing to herself. Such an adorable kitten...!
After finishing the milk, she stroked him a few times with her index finger before standing up and placing him in his little bed on the bedside table. She tucked him under a soft blanket, making sure he had plenty of space to curl up without becoming too tangled up.
"Mhm, you always want to nap after you eat, don't you, little one...?" she chuckled as she smoothed out some wrinkles.
Snowball gave one final meow, sounding entirely satisfied, before settling back to sleep.