cats and dogs - weekly tasks

[Ivan]

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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы

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Trailing after his sister rather anxiously, Ivan made his own appearance to obtain his weekly task. He was immediately reminded of the last task that he had been given. He completed it overdue, of course, but he did get it done. It was a difficult task for Ivan to do, and he recalled the tiny wooden box that now proudly protected all of his little baby teeth. The young cat's tongue swept over his new fangs, feeling proud of himself even though he knew that it had not happened because of any volition of his own conscious. Nature was beautiful like that, he supposed. Maybe that was one thing his heart could find solace in.

"Please may I have one?" Ivan asked his father, sitting down on his bony haunches and curling his tail over his paws.