Rhys: The cat would protect me. Tabby: She wouldn’t know. I’m sneaky like that. Rhys: You’d have to move her to get under the covers. I bark out a laugh, head shaking in disbelief at the screen in my palm. Tabby: RHYS DID YOU JUST ADMIT TO SLEEPING WITH CLEOCATRA? Tabby: THE CAT YOU ARE “ALLERGIC” TO AND DO NOT LIKE? Rhys: I’m not allergic to her. Tabby: Clearly. Rhys: Listen, I’m not a cat person. But as far as cats go… that one is fine.
