Dalila joined us, Payasam purring in her arms. “Do not tell me the useless cat has won you over as well?” I complained. “I woke up to its tail in my mouth.” “I remain entranced by its utter inability to provide for itself,” Dalila marveled. “Tinbu must hand-feed it so that it does not starve. The only thing it does seek to consume on its own initiative is my black powder. It is such a failure of a cat that I cannot help but be impressed.”
