“Go on, Gerard,” Claire coaxed, shoving Gibsie toward the tub. “You can do this. I have every faith in you.” “Ah fuck, okay! Okay!” With his arms stretched out, Gibsie prowled toward the cat. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he coaxed, reaching over the tub to pick him out. “Good pussy… That’s right… I love pussies… I do… I won’t hurt you—ahhhhh!” Brian snarled and whacked a paw at Gibsie, who, in turn, screamed like a girl and dove behind Claire. “Bad fucking pussy,” he choked out,
