I nudge the food bowl toward the cat and coo at him, but he keeps sitting stubbornly in the corner.
Kurt came to see the new resident as soon as we arrived, hissed at him, and went back to my old bedroom. Saying things are not going as I expected would be putting it mildly. I sigh, leave the cat in the bathroom, and head toward the dining room where Salvatore is already eating.
“We need to name him,” I say as I sit on the chair next to him. “How about Riggs? Like Mel Gibson’s character in Lethal Weapon.
“I don’t particularly care for the way you name your animals.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I scoop a spoonful of mashed potatoes from a bowl on the table and drop them onto my plate.
“What’s with you and the obsession with eighties movies?”
“They made the best films back then. Want to rew
