The kitten gave a miniature growl and seized a finger between his paws, gnawing on it with little white teeth.
The voice from the building grew a little in volume, the owner clearly hurrying down the stairs. ”Cat—CAT! Where have you gotten to, you little devil, you—”
“Ah, ah, noms! Nooo, noms!” Summer giggled. “Fierce kitty! I think I hear someone calling you, fierce kitty. Is that your human? Come on.”
She freed one hand from the fearsome kitten, keeping the other tucked around him as she got to her feet. Ignoring the brush and the swirl of loose red hair around her knees, she turned and started up the steps. “Hello? I think I found your cat,” she called ahead.
((I have some pix of Summer here for reference.))
“CAT!” It was a man’s voice, and he was fairly bellowing as he clattered down the last flight of stairs. ”So help me, you’re better be—” he emerged from the building and stopped abruptly at the sight of Summer and the little black kitten. He was a tall man, built along graceful, long lines rather than powerful ones. His black hair was swept back from his patrician face, and he wore slacks, button down shirt and a vest.
“…pardon me, but it appears as though you have located Cat.”
Summer’s mouth twitched suspiciously. She glanced down at the feline lounging in the curve of one arm, then back up. “You let your human name you Cat?” Shaking her head, she walked up to the man and offered the cat. “He’s a friendly fellow, your Cat.” Her eyes danced with laughter. “Maybe a little too friendly, hey?”