This morning's prompt is 'cast iron stove'.

Felicity lay curled under the stove, basking in the warmth. Good smells drifted down from overhead and the man hummed as he made his breakfast. He paused and set a dish down on the floor, just under the stove but not on the kitten, the went back to cooking.

"Careful, little girl, that's hot-"

Felicity pawed the milk delicately and then lapped the milk slowly, taking her time until it was half gone and cooled enough for her to finish the rest at best speed. She looked up and politely mewed.

"Did that taste like more? That's all you get greedy guts-"

A board creaked on the porch and the man shut up. The kittens' tail whipped back and forth while the man stepped slowly and quietly towards the rifle on the table.