[Something in Sunny relaxes, too, when the picture is placed gently between the candles. Everything back in its rightful place.
Then, his gaze follows where Frieda is pointing… straight up to the yellow cat.]
The Favorite.
[The name might seem strange - though introducing it as Big Yellow Cat might have sounded even more on point - but… that’s what the coral had said.
The last and favorite, the Big Yellow Cat.]
He keeps watch. [A full sentence, that, though if he’s simply repeating something he heard or without his characteristic fragmented speech has yet to be seen.
Indeed, if Frieda watches closely, as they walk through the room, the cat’s eyes seem to follow Sunny no matter where he is. Totally normal.]
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Then, his gaze follows where Frieda is pointing… straight up to the yellow cat.]
The Favorite.
[The name might seem strange - though introducing it as Big Yellow Cat might have sounded even more on point - but… that’s what the coral had said.
The last and favorite, the Big Yellow Cat.]
He keeps watch. [A full sentence, that, though if he’s simply repeating something he heard or without his characteristic fragmented speech has yet to be seen.
Indeed, if Frieda watches closely, as they walk through the room, the cat’s eyes seem to follow Sunny no matter where he is. Totally normal.]