The Serpent's Shadow (Kane Chronicles, #3)

by Rick Riordan

defiant squawk,

Besides, I’m a cat. I respect the sanctity of sleep.”

“Knowledge of any value can’t be given. It must be sought and earned.

Last week she’d created a magical Thermos with googly eyes that levitated around the room, yelling, “Exterminate! Exterminate!” until it smacked me in the head.

“Sadie,” Dad said firmly, “please do not refer to the Devourer of Souls as Poochiekins.”

Besides, you’re a cat. It’s your nature to think you’re the center of the universe.” She stared at him blankly. “But I am the center of the universe.”

“Yarn,” she said absently, creeping down the steps. “Dangerous prey, yarn…”