My mom got a kitten. She is 6 months old, her name is Zeva, and she doesn't quite know what to think of Millie.
She doesn't run away, but instead stalks Millie from underneath a coffee table, a chair, or a conveniently seated Sam, only sneaking forward when Millie's tail becomes too enticing.
Millie sniffed in Zeva's direction once or twice, and that pretty much satisfied her curiosity.
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