Rupert and Harmony are where I left them, though Harmony has slid one of the bamboo chairs from the wall so she can sit with the kitten napping in her lap. Humboldt opens a tired eye as I enter but then sighs and falls back to sleep. I hope this fatigue is because he’s healing and not something untoward.
“Harmony, any way you feel like making fresh coffee for us?” I ask. I need her to go out of the room for a few.
She scoops the baby cat from her lap and moves to hand her to me. “Let me put on my sweatshirt.” The black-and-white fluff wakes up, yawns a breath of fishy air, and stretches her front legs, needle claws extended. Harmony dons her zip-up hoodie backward, takes Katniss from my hands, and tucks her into the hood.
“Clever,” I say.
“She likes being close to her humans.” Harmony
