Prompt

The navigator laughed and his affectionate palm descended on the shoulder of the cat, straightening the collar of the yellow shirt. Leopold felt incredibly stupid for a moment. The good Sailor was really so much older that it was indecent to even ask, and he had much more experience in dealing with his own kind. The cat forgot about this once again, treating the navigator as an immature young man, as he seemed. He forgot that his gaze was more anxious, tougher, but — here's luck! — as honest and