From WIP Go, Little Novelist, Go (working title, rough draft)
I watched with avid attention as he boxed my little kitty up for me, cradling the white cardboard gently against my chest when he handed the box over. “Yes, she is.”
“You said it’s a mountain lion?”
The man looked at me for long enough that I grew uncomfortable under his gaze. “Yes. She is a portrait,” he explained in an odd clipped way.