Mountclemens’ eyes sparkled. “I need no further encouragement. And I shall pour you a glass of Catawba grape juice. I keep it in the house for—him.” “Who?” “Kao K’o-Kung.” Qwilleran’s face went momentarily blank. “The cat,” said Mountclemens. “Forgive me for forgetting you have not been formally introduced. He is very fond of grape juice, especially the white. And nothing but the best brand. He is a connoisseur.”
