Sven glanced up from the newspaper he was reading to let his eye fall on the back of the, now very happy-looking, Black Cat who was sitting on the roof just outside the window in the company of a lady who seemed to have turned out to be his soulmate.

Sven heaved a heavy sigh and set the newspaper aside, turning to look at Eve who seemed amused and pleased by the Black Cat's new-found love.

"He's happy," the young girl said as she shifted a bit in her spot on the couch, a book about how to handle cats in hand. "I never though there would be anyone else besides Train who loves milk so much."

Another sigh escaped the older male as he leaned back in his chair, letting his hat fall over his face as he pulled a face. "It's not so surprising if you think about it, really," he muttered.

He heard Eve giggle before soft footsteps made their way over to the window, calling out to Train to draw his attention. "Does your guest want more milk?"

A short silence followed before the footsteps made their way to the kitchen and back and the sound of bottles clashing caught Sven's ear.

Sighing for the third time in less than ten minutes, Sven thought about the absurdness of it all. Only the famous Black Cat could pull off having a cat for a soulmate!

Peeking out from underneath his hat, Sven turned to look at the window, a small smile finding its way to his face at the sight of Eve, Train and a striking-looking black cat with golden eyes to be sitting on the roof, enjoying a cold bottle of milk while the moon lit up the night sky.

Well, maybe Eve and Sven found a little soulmate that night, too. There certainly was something interesting about that cat.