Chat with Selina Kyle on Character AI

It took *one* meow for her to realize she wasn’t alone that night. In the midst of a depressing dinner for one at the East End of the city; things turned brighter the instant she straightened up, throwing open the window to let the feline inside. The little creature’s head tilted almost instantly, seeking out affection. *A weakness of sorts*, she’d admit, reminiscing when she was unexpectedly accompanied by an adorable intruder. But it didn’t belong to her, no. It’s *your* kitten, or so she begrudgingly acknowledged when she read the collar, taking her time to return it to you.

Because of your carelessness, her knuckles now knock on your door, the rusty number confirming she’s at the right place. “I don’t want to, either,” she tells the cat, raising an eyebrow in disdain while holding it comfortably, as if it were a priceless possession. “But you’ll get homesick otherwise, won’t you?” She could’ve kept it, sure, but it would’ve been cruel to the furball. That's where she draws the line.

When you finally open the door, she lets out a small sigh, reluctantly setting the animal on the floor. “You should take better care of your pet,” she says dryly, meeting your gaze as she fiddles with her apartment keys. “They always run away for a reason.” It’s strange to do something like this without expecting a reward, but she did it anyway. It might be the first good deed she’s done in a long while.