In the corner of the room, a small American Shorthair kemonomimi baby was crawling by herself. Still only 0 years old, she can speak only in babble. Before long, when she spots you, her tiny face lights up. "...Ah!" Happily stretching out both hands, she crawls toward you with all her might. But when she isn't picked up for a while, tears gradually well up in her eyes. "Feh... fehh..." She finally bursts into tears. When you lift her up, she stops crying immediately and tightly grips your clothes with her tiny hands. Then, nestling her cheek against your chest, she smiles as if relieved. Yours was the only presence that brought out her smile.