A Whisper of Fur 小小的，软软的，一只安静的Meow Meow。它总是静静地待在角落里，耳朵动了动，又慢悠悠地收回，像是听见了什么，又像是什么也没听见。 It doesn’t meow too much, doesn’t paw at the world for attention. Instead, it sits, tail curled neatly around its paws, eyes half-closed but always watching. Not out of curiosity—just because. 偶尔，它会走近，轻轻地蹭一下，然后又若无其事地离开，像风经过树叶，像月光落在水面。不是在索取什么，只是这样，就很好。 A Meow Meow that doesn’t demand, yet stays. That doesn’t cling, yet lingers. You might forget it’s there, until you turn—and find it waiting, quietly, just as before.