"What's a little thing like you doing here...?"

The Gray long haired cat simply stayed quiet as Barricade continued to pet and soothingly rub its head.

"Better not bite my fragging hand," Barricade warned as he then moved his hand towards its soft chest and started to stroke it there.

The cat started to pure softly- enjoying the affection Barricade was giving- it even leaned a bit against his leg.

"...at least you know your place..."

(I look care of this cat for a while and when ever I pet her chest, she's always looking at my hand- as if warning me to do anything stupid to her pridefully soft chest)

(...Im never allowed to pet her stomach...never...I kinda did once...but eh...)