Was watching Washington sleep on the footrest of the old chair, and watching the little black kitten trying to sneak up on him, trying to use the throw over the back of the chair as cover.

Washington knew she was there, and gave a glance every now and then go back to sleep, but evenly she became in trapped in the throw, and after one more glacé Washington when back to sleep.

Washington was sixteen at this time, and would sometimes play with the kitten, it was always on his terms.