“Shhhh,” she soothes. “That cat came from Ellender.” I narrow my eyes. “Wait, are you serious?” “Very. Of course I had to keep renaming him every couple of decades to make it less strange that I had a sixty-year-old cat. Sushi was originally called Pooka because he had this magical ability to always turn up right where I needed him. I’m sure he’ll make his way back to me eventually.”
