“Meow.” I hiss, flashing my fangs at the orange cat rubbing against my leg. It’s cute. I guess. I squat, gripping Mr. Hanks’ chin to force his big copper eyes to look at me. “Tell me all your secrets, feline.” “Meow.” I shift through his memories, chuckling when all I see is love for food and Ollie. “Fine. You’re okay, for now.” I pat his head, stand, and then point at him. “But make no mistake, kitty. If you hurt him in any way, your fangs are mine. Got it?”
