"For me?" Laura squeaked, staring at the precious little ball of black fur.
"Yes sweetheart, she's all yours." Laura's father reaffirmed.
Without a second passing she bounced up and hugged him tightly. Then ran back to kneel in front of the object of her affections, who was staring up at her wide eyed from inside the shoebox.
"We found her in the back of a storage locker. She's a little skinny but the wee scamp's a fighter, I know you'll take good care of her."
"She's perfect." Laura uttered, stroking the kitty's head who was now contentedly purring on her lap. "Does she have a name?"
"The storage locker was registered under Karnstein but nope, she didn't have a collar on or anything." He replied, smiling down at his delighted daughter.
"I think we'll call her… Sprinkles!" Laura could swear she heard a hitch in the kitty's purrs at the exact moment she decided on that name. "Aww she loves it." The tiny Hollis assumed, squeezing the furry creature into her chest. The purring continued.
"You can sleep with me tonight, I'll keep you safe Sprinkles." The young girl reassured, cradling her new friend to the bedroom. "Goodnight dad. Best Christmas ever." She said sweetly, kissing him on the cheek.