“Midnight, huh?” I scratch under his chin which makes him purr like a motorboat. Smiling I place the cat around my neck like a scarf to continue my tour of Celine’s apartment. “I would’ve thought Celine would’ve given you a more unique name than that. Like Bob. Or Hashbrown. Maybe Burnt Marshmallow.” He seems to hum in pleasure at that name. “You like that one, do you?”
