He consoled himself by making cooing noises at Pucci, who stared at him worshipfully from her pet carrier. For some reason known only to cats, Brewer turned out to be the fuzzy demon’s favorite person in the world. “It’s like getting a guy all worked up to fuck a cartoon character, isn’t it, kitty-kitty?” He started baby-talking at his one and only fan. “Yes, it is. Wes it wis.”

