Kitten Kondie stretched herself, luxuriantly, along the deep, wide sofa. The sound of the wind raging around the house made her feel all the more comfortable as she lay, bundled in soft blankets. The cat, Baba Ghanoush, purred and bumped her head lovingly against Kitten's outstretched fingers.
Her dear friend Bunty Carruthers sat knitting in a chair opposite. Kitten smiled, tenderly, as Bunty earnestly counted stitches, the tip of her pink tongue peeping from the corner of her mouth. “Bunty darling, you are a duffer” she giggled.
The butler, Beamish, quietly entered the room and coughed discreetly. “Excuse me Miss Kitten. Tea", he said "is served”.
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