He was parked in the herb garden next to the front gate. “I have to say, Mr. O’Malley Cat, you’re a rather big one!” My mind was blown. He was nearly the size of an ocelot or serval, but very much a domestic kitty judging by his docility, and well, ability to pick out books. He hadn’t seemed so massive in the book shop. This had to be an illusion set off by the failing light of dusk. He couldn’t seriously be as large as he appeared right now.
Lowering himself on his front paws and stretching down, he bowed, then rose and moved to the walkway. He was a tough-looking Tom with a small notch in his left ear. He meowed loudly at me again as he sat down on the porch.
“I don’t know, sir. I’m kind of tired and ready to go home and relax. Maybe another night.”
“Meeoooowrr,” he said so insistentl
