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anytime
She sat primly on the front step of the diner. Her tail wrapped around her paws, posture up. Attentive rather than lazy. Watching, waiting--disinclined to move, as cats often weren't.
No one had bothered her so far, which made her bold, but also no one had paid her much mind, which also made her impatient. She wanted... food. She could smell it. Easy and reachable in some hands that passed. Better than hunting, which took time and energy. And the little cat's mind was curious in a way that was not hampered by danger or poor decision making.
The door opened again, and she
"Miaaaaoooowwrrrrr," as cutely and loudly as she could up at the person, the demanding version of begging.