Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
She delicately plucked the kitten from his hand and cuddled it against her cheek.
He watched her with an amused expression as she petted the kitten and talked to it.
She reluctantly relinquished the kitten and watched him retrace his steps to the barn.
He hated cats, but he carried the kitten all the way to the kitchen and back simply to show her one.
I'll be as quiet as a kitten in slippers as I creep up to the bedroom.
"Hello, kitten," he said in his thick accent.
Romas leaned back and snatched the kitten trotting toward her, and Evelyn rose to her knees, looking both surprised and dismayed.
Romas tossed the kitten, which darted for her again.
Her left foot found the first shallow step, and she took another step back, her eyes pinned on the second kitten running along the table.
As she suspected he would, Alex presented her with a fluffy white kitten with bright green eyes less than two weeks after Sam gave her the puppy.
Carmen lowered the kitten so that Destiny could reach her.
The kitten pushed her head into Destiny's hand and began a loud purr.
It was only fair that she let the children name the kitten, since Alex had named the puppy for them.
The blue eyes -and the white coat of the kitten indicate that the Siamese breed is a semi-albino, which when adult tends towards melanism, such a combination of characters being apparently unknown in any other animal.
Don Felix de Azara wrote of one which he kept on a chain that it was "as gentle and playful as any kitten could be."
"Phoo!" snarled the kitten; "I wouldn't touch the nasty things!"
But the kitten bothered them constantly by demanding milk or meat, and called the Wizard names because he could not bring her a dish of milk by means of his magical arts.
"May I eat one of them?" asked the kitten, in a pleading voice.
"Very well, I won't touch it," decided the kitten; "but you must keep it away from me, for the smell is very tempting."
The kitten will not come.
The kitten did not reply.
"Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?" asked Dorothy.
By the grace of her movements, by the softness and flexibility of her small limbs, and by a certain coyness and reserve of manner, she reminded one of a pretty, half-grown kitten which promises to become a beautiful little cat.
The little kitten, feasting her eyes on him, seemed ready at any moment to start her gambols again and display her kittenish nature.
The little kitten brightened, its eyes shone, and it seemed ready to lift its tail, jump down on its soft paws, and begin playing with the ball of worsted as a kitten should.
"Sonya?" she thought, glancing at that curled-up, sleeping little kitten with her enormous plait of hair.
Stepping cautiously from one foot to the other she ran like a kitten the few steps to the door and grasped the cold door handle.