“I’ve got somebody for you,” Toby said after they were inside and Ben had shut the door. He handed Ben his bundle, the contents of which said, “Yeow,” jumped to the floor and ran toward the laundry, where the litter box was located.
“Guess he had to go and was too polite to do it at my house,” Toby said, chuckling.
“You found Tibbs! I want to know all about where you found him, but how about a beer or a glass of wine?”
“A beer would be good, thanks.”
Ben invited Toby to have a seat in the family room while he went to the kitchen. As he was closing the door of the fridge, Mr. Tibbs came over and rubbed against his leg, tail in the air, purring. Ben squatted and stroked the cat. “You’re in deep s**t, Tibbs, but I’m glad you’re home. Now let me get Toby his beer.”
Mr. Tibbs walked ahead
