"When are we telling Sarah that Mr. Blair is dead?" I looked up at the human. Why won't he pet me? I mewed. The female looked down and smiled.
"Aw, she looked like Hello Kitty."
I found myself being lifted and started to unsheath my claws, but relaxed when petting immediately started. This meant food would come soon.
"We're not telling her that he's dead. She'll freak." The male with fish-pale skin looked at me. "Would you put that brute down? We can't take in a stray."
I hissed at him.
"Seems like kitty doesn't like ya either," the dark-skinned male said, grinning.
"Shut up, Douglas," the pale one said, still eyeing me, "It'll be fine in an office building, people probably feed it all the time."
I hissed at him again, then had to shift as the female holding me sat down, saying, "What now?"
"My uncle's a mage," said Douglas, "We can hide with him."
The petting stopped as they continued speaking, and I stretched, growing bored as no food came my way. However, the female was warm, so I s