Christine seemed optimistic about the developing relationship between Chéri and the cat, while Chéri was still a little bit doubtful, obviously. But they smiled again in their own warm, sweet way when the cat approached his.

Chéri rose his shoulders “Then why did you chose it? Is the poor witch unhappy?” The story hadn’t started yet and Chéri was already rooting for the villain. That was encouraging. Also, Chéri didn’t know how much potential trigger the story carried. His eyes emptied a little at the prospect of starving children.