After breakfast, Matt cleared away the plates while Vic fought a silent battle of wills with the cat, who stretched out across the open newspaper, making it impossible to turn the page. Vic tried anyway, covering the cat with the sheet of newsprint, but he hadn’t begun to read the story on the other side when the cat began chewing at the paper. “Get off my table,” Vic admonished, slapping the table near the cat’s tail.
The cat stared at him, unperturbed, then resumed washing itself.
Matt laughed as he sidled up to Vic’s chair. “Is the big, bad kitty cat bothering you?” he teased, easing an arm around Vic’s shoulders in a half-hug.
“The big, bad kitty cat’s going to find his furry ass dumped on the floor in a minute,” Vic growled.
The cat ignored his threat and sat up a little to be
