Illya in mid-search for felines during the ‘Bridge of Lions Affair'...a drabble

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“Hisssssss, mraooooooooh!”

“Stoi!”

The cat lashed out, clawing at the well-intentioned Russian as he tried to pull her from the Soho sewer. He grabbed the scruff of the neck, then she relaxed and went limp as if he were her mother carrying her.

Once in his arms, she settled and began to purr loudly, then Illya became filled with doubt.

He looked into her exotic eyes. “No, you are too pretty. I will not give you to Thrush,” he smiled, letting her go.

“Better to look for a nasty old Tomcat instead, enh?”

“Hisssssss.

“Ow!  Ingrate...”