She meowed loudly at me, yelling at me for reasons only she knew of. I patted her head and gave her a scratch behind her ear, and she leaned into me, nudging my hand and purring, then she turned herself in a circle and plonked herself down for a nap. When I looked up, Patrick was standing in the kitchen with a plate in his hand, staring at her like he couldn’t believe his eyes, but not really in a good way. Like his cat sidling up to me wasn’t a good thing. “She just jumped up on me,” I said quickly. “I didn’t pick her up or anything.” He swallowed hard. “No, that’s fine. It’s just not like
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