This kitten is the dessert and everybody knows it. White as whipped cream, ears like two toasted cookies, and those eyes, big and blue and glossy like someone dropped two blueberries into a bowl of vanilla. He's sitting at the top of the stairs with one paw up, frozen mid-step, wondering if you're the person who feeds him or just a photographer with bad timing. The wood behind him is warm and dark, the light is soft, and the whole scene smells like cinnamon and Sunday morning. I'd take him home in a paper bag and carry him very carefully, one hand under, one hand over, like a cupcake from the good bakery. Sweet thing. Cold nose. Warm eyes. Zero calories, infinite purring. He's been checking the kitchen door every hour, on schedule, the way you check the oven when something good is almost done. Patience is not his strength. Mine either. The best little treat in the house, and no, you may not have a bite. He's mine. Finders keepers. Ask the vet. Good boy. Best boy. #kitten #blueeyes #sweettreat
