The heist was always executed with precision. Luna knew exactly where to find the tea - in a beautiful, antique cabinet in the living room, adorned with paintings of English countryside scenes. She'd leap onto the cabinet, using her agile body to maneuver between the tea tins and delicate china. With her paw, she'd carefully open the chamomile tea tin, and then, with a flick of her tail, she'd pour a generous amount into a tiny tea cup she had found on one of her earlier visits.
: Paved the way for future niche furry zines. softpaw magazine