Vladimir Makarov had never seen anything like it before. Standing before him, was a small little kitten, begging him to take her home with him. The creature was brown from head to toe, and more interestingly, had stolen a piece of brownie from someone else, and was happily nipping away at her little conquest.
"Meow?" she asked, tilting her head sideways. Damn it, if she had not been so damned adorable, he would have shot her and returned to whatever he was doing. Hence, he picked her up by the scruff of her neck and observed her carefully. A little angered, she glared at him and swiped at him with her tiny paw. Oi, watch it! She threatened, with the best hiss that she could come out with.
"A feisty one, are you not?" Makarov asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, gathering the kitten into his arms, in which he found the little bell tied to a pink ribbon around her neck. "So, you're name's Brownie... What a fitting name."
Tell me about it... Brownie rolled her eyes. Humans lack in originality, but hey, you're all top of the food chain.
The human behind him chuckled and said, "She seems to understand what you said, Makarov." If cats could speak, oh, how much Brownie would tell them all. But she was a cultured little kitten, even if the humans around her often had a rather colorful vocabulary.
"Indeed," Makarov replied. "Well, we have no choice but to bring you along, do we not?"
"Meow!" she replied, nodding her head. You've got that right!