He crouches, clicking his tongue, and three white furry shadows slink toward him. He scoops one up—it’s smaller than a cat, fluffier than a weasel, with a plumed white tail. “See?” He comes to the edge of the tub and holds the little thing closer to me. It has enormous eyes and the cutest tiny face, complete with long white whiskers. Its two miniscule front paws are cupped over the top of his hand.
I love little animal companions, and especially when a man has such adorable ones
