Tybalt recoiled, horror and shock in his face. “What,” he demanded, “is that?” “It’s a cat,” I said. There was a sign next to the register. “It says her name is Ripley. She’s a Sphinx. They’re hairless cats from Canada. Huh. Who’d have thought hairless cats would come from Canada?” I gave the cat another look. “I wonder if I should get one for Quentin.” “It’s naked,” said Tybalt.
