Bastien
The little cat was quite charming and Bastien smiled cheerfully as she chose to sit by him, glad to have a companion for the time being. He'd never been one to keep a lot of pets but he had always tried to be kind to the strays he came across and there was something comforting in cats being the same here as they had been in Venice.He let her move onto his lap, even if he had to lean awkwardly over her to get to the table now; as she went still he moved to pet her ears, asking: "Oh, you are posing for me?"
Taking advantage of the likely short time while the cat was still he began to draw a very quick sketch, glancing down occasionally at his new friend to make sure he had the details right.
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
