There were a lot of perks to working in a sanctuary for mythical animals and the adorable house sphinx that lived in the clinic was one of them. At least, when she wasn’t disturbing me while I worked.
Hatty announced herself with a little chirp as she hopped up on the table, determined to get my attention.
“I’m kind of busy,” I told her, leaning over to give her a scratch between her ears. “But you’re very cute.”
She purred and rubbed her head against the corner of my laptop, an occupational hazard that came with the territory of working in the clinic’s library.
“Careful, please,” I said, gently pushing her away so her curled horns didn’t cause any scratches or damage.
Even if she understood, the sphinx didn’t care. She trampled over my laptop, adding a bunch of letters to the latest
