The butler, ever thoughtful, produced a beautiful little blanket from seemingly nowhere.
It was a soft, vibrant custard-yellow, patterned with light pink paw prints.
Shawn Russell looked at the milk bottle, then at the tiny blanket draped over his daughter. A sudden silence fell over him. Just when had his butler acquired these things?
"Besides the bottle and the blanket, what else have you prepared?" Shawn asked, his voice perfectly level.
The butler bowed slightly. "To answer the Family Head, I also prepared some little dresses for the young miss, as well as a cat bed. I am certain she will love them."
Shawn was speechless.
He had never known his butler possessed such hobbies. However, he did not stop him. He even felt a mild urge to see what the Kitty would look like in a little dress.
