I arrived at Thea’s apartment, only to find the door slightly ajar. She better not left it open again while showering.
Carefully, I knocked and waited for a moment, before pushing into her flat. It felt intrusive, but if she was in trouble, I didn’t want to stand in the hall wasting time.
“Hello?” I called, realising I wouldn’t get an answer back.
The wooden floor shrieked under my feet and a dull thud drew my attention to the side. A shadow appeared from behind the couch, one with whiskers and vacant eyes. Bàs.
“Hello, kitty.”
“Hgggggghhh!” he hissed, his eyes flashing white.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have said that,” I quickly admitted, holding my hands up to sign I meant no harm. “Where’s Thea?”
The massive catzel stared at me, impatiently swatting his tail on the floor. “Meow.”
