“Don’t tell me you’re encouraging it,” Lizzie chimed in when she returned from the bathroom, tone dripping with sarcasm as she slumped down on the chair next to Hughie. “Claire, they’re cats. Cats don’t need baptismal ceremonies.” “It’s not a baptismal ceremony,” Claire defended, cheeks reddening. “It’s a naming ceremony.” Lizzie cocked a brow. “There’s a difference?” “Yes,” Claire and Gibsie chimed in unison. “Kill me now,” Hughie grumbled, still staring down at his plate.
