Definitely Dead (Sookie Stackhouse, #6)

by Charlaine Harris

It was hard to tell in the poor light, but Amelia might be looking embarrassed. “I tried something new with Bob,” she said. “And it didn’t exactly work out right.” “Where is he?” I asked. “In the hospital?” “No, right there,” she said. She was pointing at a garden gnome. “Tell me you’re joking,” I said. “I’m joking,” she said. “This is Bob.” She picked up a big black cat with a white chest that had been curled up in an empty planter. I hadn’t even noticed him. “Isn’t he cute?” “Sure, bring him along,” I said. “I’ve always been fond of cats.” “Babe,” said Quinn, “I’m glad to hear you say that. I was too tired to completely change.” For the first time, I really looked at Quinn. Now he had a tail. “You’re definitely sleeping on the floor,” I said. “Ah, babe.”