Yeah, yeah, get me my shots, sure, but can’t you put me back on the ground? Since I’d been picked up by animal services way more often than my parents ever knew—Joy, Pat, and I had pooled our allowances for an “adopt Chloe back slush fund” that they’d had to use numerous times in my childhood—I already knew that cat shots didn’t affect me. Thank you, magic! Noctus met my gaze. “He mentioned I should consider getting you microchipped and fixed.” He WHAT? I almost puffed up again, and I barely managed to hold back from hissing. The next time Charon came to the room, I was going to do my best to
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