A poof of white fur streaked into the room, arching over a side table—nearly toppling a decanter of brandy—before flying across the leather sofa and crashing into a bookcase, sending a dictionary tumbling. Cats. People and cats. Fox was done with them all. “Mr. Dandelion McFluffles!” An angry, piping voice called from the doorway. “You are being soooo naughty!”
