India was sitting cross-legged on one of the beanbags - sinking in move and more with the slight movement of petting her little Ginger. Ginger - her kitty, was her best friend. She loved her so very much - and she'd gotten the name by partly the color of her fur and the fact she'd eaten her mothers ginger pie as a kitten. Silly little tiger-girl.

Everyone's pets looked so adorable. She smiled, as she pet Ginger.

Ginger yawned - mewing slightly. Play I want to play.