Monty watched as Thomas and Isabelle watched a movie together on the couch.
Monty still doesn't understand it; how those two managed to be friends over the years and are now a couple. Another thing he doesn't understand is how much Isabelle was like a cat.
She would show up whenever Thomas is working, she was so flexible that at times it looked like her spine was about to pop, and she always climbing high places.
Monty raised an eyebrow as Isabelle stretched out and laid her head on Thomas's lap. Thomas started to stroke her hair and she started to…purr. Isabelle was giving a loud purr.
Monty shook his head as he wheeled himself out of the living room. Isabelle was full of surprises.
AN: Nothing big, just Monty making an observation. I don't own TCM, but Isabelle is mine.