Yes, the mun HAD to make an account for this little guy.

[justoneletter]

A little black cat – sort of undersized and scrawny – with a cropped and bent tail sits, looking annoyed, as cats will.

[I have no idea what possessed you to do this. You're just infatuated with the song, right? It's a momentary thing – you'll get bored of me soon enough and leave me be.]

He flicks his ears and looks off into the distance, as unhappy as any proud cat can be with his present situation.

[If you're not taking me back to my friend, I'm not interested.]

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[justoneletter]

[He named me Holy Night.] For he had no name until the painter gave it to him. [Do you have a name?] he wonders, rubbing his jaw against the side of her hand if she'll let him.