“Lily.” The voice belongs to a human woman in her midtwenties. She has golden fur cut short along her head and is standing with her upper paws on her hips, in that funny way that humans stand on their back paws all the time. “Her name is Lily,” she is saying. That is me! I am Lily! I preen slightly, to show off to the other human. I am a very smart cat. I know plenty of cats that do not have names, because they are not smart enough!
