“I appreciate it.”
“No prob. Remind me later to show you were everything is in the fridge.”
It was a big side-by-side refrigerator, and Kyle was certain it could hold enough for a small country.
Pat turned to the oven. “Why don’t you become acquainted with the cats while I preheat the oven?”
Kyle sat on the floor and held out a hand, determined to be patient about them approaching him, but the smaller cats stalked and attacked his shoelaces.
“They’re so friendly!”
“That’s a characteristic of the breed,” Pat said.
“I wish I could have one.” Kyle ruffled a cat’s ears, and it butted his palm with its head. “My apartment building doesn’t permit pets, though.”
“That’s too bad. Once I’m on my own, I’d love a kitten. Princess Kimba and Jad-bal-Ja—” He pointed to the two older cats. “They’
