To Love His Mate
For all the fans of Tyler and Felix,
here’s a little more of their story.
Seven-year-old boys were the bane of my existence. Especially when they liked to leave dead critters for me to find. Weren’t they supposed to be doing the reading and writing assignments I’d given them earlier?
“Benjy!” I yelled. “How many times do I have to tell you not to leave mice on the deck?” I knew it was Benjy because his brother preferred birds.
Naturally, there was no response, because the boy was nowhere to be found and was likely hiding with his twin, Arnie, in their cat form. The fact that they were adorable was beside the point. Why did I ever convince Felix that we wanted to keep the little terrors when they’d turned up on our doorstep four years ago?
Well, the answer to that was
