“That old bag knows I only like full cream milk.” “You shouldn’t call her that.” I stooped down to pick up the saucer. “I’ll nip out in a minute to get you some—” As I spun around to face Winky, I almost spilled the milk. Okay. It was now official. I was going crazy. I thought I’d heard the cat speak, and what was even worse, I’d answered him.
