C104 Fawcett's trouble

No matter how much the two girls tossed and turned, the Small black cat did not accept their favors. His body was lying on the balcony on all fours, his little head stuck out in front of him, his sharp little teeth baring as he hissed at the two girls. Even the hair on his neck stood up. It was just that its size was too small and it did not have any domineering aura. Furthermore