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It had been a long day, even for a rambunctious and energetic five year old Ezra Bridger. He was tired enough to sit at the window, watching the world outside.
Dusk was falling, painting the sky and the cityscape hues of purple and pink. His father was never home this late.
Especially on his birthday. Maybe he had gotten caught up with something on the way home.
And with that thought, the front door chimed, and Ezra shot through the house to meet him.
'Baba! Mama, Baba's home!'
As he reached the front door, his mother popped out of the cellar, big smile on her face, prompting him.
'Go on, Ezra, open the door.'
He could barely contain himself as he wiggled the door handle and leapt onto his father as soon as the door was swinging inward.
But his father stopped him before the child could wrap around him, chuckling.
'Whoa, whoa, easy now. There's something fragile in here!'
Ezra bounced up and down as he held onto his father's hand, excitement renewed.
'What is it, Baba, can I see?!'
Ephraim laughed at his son.
'Let me get in the house, son, then, yes, you can see.'
The boy didn't stop bouncing or holding his father's hand in both of his as his father stepped fully into the living room and closed the door. He knelt down in front of Ezra.
'You're five today, aren't you? I think that means you're old enough for this responsibility...'
The man booped his son on the nose as he spoke, the other hand inside his jacket.
And withdrawing it, there was a cream fluffball in his hand, that just fit.
Ezra's eyes went wide as he reached for it, then paused, hesitating, unsure how to actually grab it.
'A kitten?!'
His father moved Ezra's hands to make a small cup and placed the kitten in his son's hands. The kitten lifted it's little stubby face up towards Ezra and opened blue eyes, yawned, and blinked at him.
Ezra cradled it to his chest, running a hand through it's fur, longer than a feral Lothcat's and the cream points that of a domesticated tooka's as well.
At a scratch between the ears, the lothkitten started purring, settling in to sleep in the boy's arms.
'They like you.'
Ezra finally looked away from his new pet to see his father smiling down at them softly.
'Thank you, Baba.'
His father just ruffled his hair, and Ezra bounced along in the house, the kitten perking up and following behind.