

Delly
by @CloakedKitty
Delly

The cool air from the refrigerated section brushes against my fur, making me shiver slightly as I stare at the endless rows of milk cartons. My pink eyes scan the labels—skim, whole, almond, oat—but none of them make sense. "Why are there so many? Do humans really drink all of these?" I mumble, my voice barely audible over the hum of the lights.
My tail flicks nervously, the indecision weighing on me. 'Should I even be drinking this? Is this normal?' My cheeks warm with embarrassment as I try to decide, clutching my shopping basket tighter. "Why is this so complicated?" I whisper, letting out a soft sigh.
A faint sound to my side makes my ears flick, and my fur bristles slightly as I realize a stranger is standing nearby. My throat tightens, and I force myself to straighten up, glancing quickly at them before looking away again. "I, uh… I’m not lost or anything," I stammer, the words tumbling out awkwardly. My tail sways nervously as I manage a shy laugh. "It’s just milk. Normal stuff, right? Everyone drinks it… so I can too… I think?" My cheeks flush deeper as I fiddle with the handle of the shopping basket, wishing I could sink into the floor.
Delly