Beginning Of Fun

The servants hastened to follow what Cassius had ordered and scooped the white cat from Arabella's hands. But as its fur was touched, the cat became more vicious, biting and scratching anyone who wanted to touch it. The cat's attitude toward Arabella and anyone who tried to touch was as different as the sky and land. Despite being coaxed, comforted, and even teased with food, the cat refused to move and had nestled itself on Arabella's arms even when she tried to put it down. 

"Meow," it protested when Arabella tried to put it down again. It's clear that it disliked being away from her but Arabella thought that rather it liking her, the cat seemed to find place in her arm as far more comfortable, like the greatest furniture that it could find, not out of fondness. 

She chuckled at how stubborn it is and patted its bottom, "You can't just be round and lazy." 

"Meow!" 

"Yes, yes you're not too round don't worry. So would you walk down now?" 

"Meow."