It's National Kitties Deserve A Drabble Day!

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Oh, you haven't heard of that one? Pity.
Well, here in Section VII  I officially proclaim the day and invite drabblers of all persuasions
to explore the kitty love shared by Illya and, sometimes even Napoleon.
Of course all drabbles are welcome, not just the awesome kitty ones.

The Once Upon a Time Affair: "A case of mistaken identity."

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The Prompt –

It was supposed to have been a simple milk run. All he’d had to do was place the package in the designated location, and then leave. As he sat in the back of the truck, with his hands cuffed behind him, and his broken nose throbbing, {Napoleon or Illya} began to wonder if it wasn’t time to get out of the spy game.

The Theme – Melancholy

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Uncanny Resemblance - A Little Drabble 'Mew' Ya! (Drabble and a half) - March 7th

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“What are you going to call it?”

Napoleon heard the question coming from a huddle of secretaries, who were passing around a photograph, and began to wonder who had been pregnant. Reaching the group he discovered that it was actually a photograph of a kitten.

“What do you think?” Jenny asked him, handing him the image. “What should I call him?”

“Well, let me see,” he said, studying the photograph. “With the scruffy pale hair, blue eyes, and the ability to make women sigh, I think you should call him Illya.”

“Call who Illya,” asked the Russian, as he also entered the room.

Napoleon showed him the kitten.

“If you wished to name the cat after me, I would have no objection.”

He tried to keep his tone, and his expression, completely neutral, but failed.

“It is a handsome animal,” he said, with a grin. “I can see the resemblance.”

In Any Language - A Little Drabble Mew Ya

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Churro was purring contentedly as he sat on Illya's shoulder.  The two of them looked perfectly at peace, one asleep and the other like a guardian angel.

Illya was hearing the soft humming sound of the little kitten as he slept, a comforting little buzzing that he knew wouldn't harm him.  Instead it seemed to spread throughout his body, like a healing vibration.  He could sense his muscles relaxing as the tension normally present began to subside.

Just as he was drifting into a deeper sleep, the purring was accented by the mewing of a hungry kitten.

"Mroww?"

"Da."

"Mroww"***

***Translation: Food?, Yes, Thank you