Leah frowned, staring at the closed door to her room. How had the dratted cat slipped into her bedchamber? As if hearing the question, he peered over his shoulder at her. And then, in an answer to it, he leapt up and used his front paws to grab the door handle. The weight of his body released the latch. The door swung open and Mr. Dandy sauntered out, bushy tail held high in mockery.
