Ink “Do not kill me!" I began by entering the house and raising my only free hand. Kabir looked at me in surprise, looking up from the newspaper. "What happened?" he then asked, looking suspiciously at the hand I held hidden behind my back. A very slight, almost inaudible meow answered him and I brought in front of me the basket in which there was a tiny kitten, all black and with enormous yellow eyes. "We said ..." he began, sighing. "I know, but he was in a ditch and it was starting to rain." I replied, setting the basket on the table. The feline staggered out and placed a paw, soft and pink, on Kabir’s large, calloused hand. "So be it. He will be called Ink. "
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