“Nika, this… I have a few kittens. That won’t be a problem, will it?” I asked, clearing my throat.
I didn’t quite have the nerve to say it outright. She looked at me and listened.
“My pups will only react to threats. Don’t worry. I’ll leave you a series of commands in writing so you can control them—they’ll obey without protest. And I’ll also tell you about grooming their coats and…”
Nika went on speaking very proudly about her dogs, even after we went inside and I served them coffee. She sat in an armchair and Richie in the other (after inspecting the entire house to verify that everything met his specifications, he praised my father’s furniture and insisted I give him his phone number to contact him). Neither of them wanted to occupy the large sofa where my cats were grooming themselv
