Small, gray, and absurdly fluffy, she waddles like an oversized ball of dust up the steps and pounces on Axel’s boot. Then she glances up at him and lets out the tiniest meow in the history of meows. She and I both know what she’s capable of, but she’s pulling out all the cute stops. “She likes you,” I tell him as she attacks his shoelaces with gusto, yanking so hard, she falls backward with a little thump.
