Momo tucked the fragrant smelling, hot steamed bun into his bag
, and pulled out 3 gld coins. Safely depositing the coins in the sellers hand, he smiled and took a bite of his bun.
His eyes rolled in the back of his head and a small groan crossed his lips. If he had a weakness at all, it was this particular food. Sweets. This selection was a red bean paste inside steamed bread dough. And it was addicting.
Nodding in farewell to the vendor, he marched his way down the street. Past the seller yelling about her pearls. And the butcher boasting about his meat selections. And the pink tail of an oversozed cat down the yonder alley.
Momo stopped, mid-bite and turned. Ignoring the bumps and nudges from the other shoppers, he stared at where he thought he'd seen a pink tail go around a corner.
Surely there weren't stray cats that size? It had been a rather large and bushy tail. And try as he might, he could shrug off the feeling of guilt if he neglected a stray cat of that size in the neighborhood. Surely it was a cat right?
Everyone else was on the street. Not the alley. And if it was another pae, surely he couldnt leave them cold and hungry in the streets. If Twog and Grant had been any introduction to parenthood, well he'd definitely seen worse.
Turning back to the butcher, he bought a small kebab made of braised meat and veggies, and set off toward the alley.
Hopeful it was just a large cat, he called out "Here kitty, kitty, kitty?"