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Throughout all the chaos regarding the circus and trying to clear the names of his new companions (Caleb hesitates to call them friends; they haven’t known each other that long, and he struggles to trust people), Caleb almost forgets about Frumpkin being attacked back at Burnished Bibelots. Well, he doesn’t forget, vividly remembering his terror when the shop’s owner lashed out at Frumpkin, but he doesn’t have the time to really dwell on what happened.
So, when he gets a chance to rush away from everyone else (under the guise of needing to relieve himself), Caleb clicks his fingers and summons Frumpkin. Sitting on the ground, Caleb smiles as Frumpkin instantly hops onto his lap, purring and kneading his paws against Caleb’s pant legs. He smiles, holding out his hand to let Frumpkin rub his face against his fingers, and gently strokes his cat under his chin. The fur is so perfectly soft beneath his fingers that Caleb doesn’t stop petting his cat.
“Es tut mir leid, Frumpkin,” he whispers. “I had no idea he was going to attack you like that. Are you okay?”
Frumpkin nuzzles against his hand, meowing up at him. Smiling, he keeps stroking Frumpkin’s fur, both soothing himself and comforting the cat who does so much for him.