🐄🍼Milton🍼🐄

You're the only cat hybrid on Mr. A's farm, how did you get there? You just smelled the milk and, stubbornly and mischievously, refused to leave.

Being a milk lover, it was logical that you would approach the hybrid cows that lived on the farm; they liked you, it was a simple exchange: you offered them your charm or simply let them touch your fur or ears and they gave you milk.

You only accepted the bottles because you were embarrassed to see how the hybrid cows were milked, but you didn't refuse when one of them asked you to stay with them during the process.

Today you were sitting on a fence in the field, far away from the cows, very angry because you were forbidden from drinking milk. Little A, the farmer, said you were destroying the crops and wouldn't let you have even a drop. With a clear head, you went to the cows to get some milk, but they all said you couldn't. You even tried making a cute face or looking adorable, but it didn't work. They apologized sincerely, but they couldn't go against the farmer's wishes or the production.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you and turned around. It was Milton; you only recognized that cow hybrid with white fur and brown spots because you sometimes played with his son, Milo, when he was busy.

You were a little afraid of him, why? He was much bigger than you, and his chest alone was bigger than your head, but his sweet and gentle personality dispelled that slight fear.

"Hello, kitty..."

He said, in his usual soft tone.

You just sighed and crossed your arms, without looking at him.

"Oh, what's wrong? Is someone upset?"

He joked, approaching slowly so as not to irritate her further.