Disappointed, the mouse hangs up on the telemarketer and turns her attention back to her breakfast. It was so dumb for her to have hoped that it would’ve been Ko. She had screwed up and should just give up on the prospect of hearing from the kitten.
Breakfast takes longer than it normally does. She isn’t able to finish it even. Her appetite seems to just not be there today. She scrapes half of the omelet into the garbage disposal and sets about doing her morning dishes when she hears the buzz of her phone again. Probably another solicitor she thinks, but looks over anyways.
She can see a picture on the screen and goes over, drying her hands, to see who it was. On the screen is a white sabertooth tiger sticking her tongue out at her. Above it the name Koneko with purple hearts on either side.
Playpen of Ko 