"It seems like Chelsea, the cat, is a bit hesitant about having me pat his fur." Ida said in hesitation.
"That's perfectly alright! Cats can sometimes be particular about who they allow to touch them. Picking him up" she whispered
"You better be nice, because I haven't forgotten the cookies you packed behind my back" She threatened.
Wide eyed Little white stared at her in shock.
"I saw everything, so don't give me that look"
Walking over to Ida's size, he let her pat his fur for a moment, while looking at Chelsea as if asking
'Is this enough'
Finally, with a determined look in her eyes, Chelsea said softly while gazing at Ida, another of her companions in the forest. Ida looked up from her food, surprised to find Chelsea's attention on her. Little White exchanged bemused glance
