“Oh,” Murphy said, staring, her eyes welling up. Will let out a low whistle. Father Forthill crossed himself, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth. Mort looked at the cat and sighed. “Oh, sure. Professional ectomancer with a national reputation as a medium tells you what’s going on, and nobody believes him. But let a stump-tailed, furry critter come in and everyone goes all Lifetime.” “Heh,” said Sir Stuart, quietly amused. “What did I tell you? Cats.”
