The grim face twisted into a grimace, and he leaned forward, slowly, strainedly, as if with great effort, and uttered:
"Where is my milk, Sir?"
The question hung in the air, leaving everyone in the room bewildered. It seemed as if time itself had stopped at that moment. The silence grew even thicker, and the cat's gaze became heavier. No one dared to move or speak a word; everyone understood that behind this demand lay something far more significant than just a simple desire to quench thirst.
