Harold’s eyes narrowed at X’s finger. He hissed. Violently. X recoiled. “Traitor!” I burst out laughing as Harold snuggled closer, curling his claws into my sweater like he owned me now. “He’s made his choice,” I said, rubbing my face on his head, then instantly regretting it because he smelled horrible up close. “I’m the one who paid your adoption fee!” X cried at the cat. Harold bared his teeth. X’s mouth dropped open. “You ungrateful geriatric gremlin!” Harold snapped his teeth in warning.
