Chapter 4
As Kiko peered around Dom let out a low whistle. Kiko felt sad to see the art—much of it, no doubt, was ruined. He figured egg could be cleaned off of metal sculptures and maybe the wall quilts could be washed, but he wasn’t sure about most of the other art. The watercolors were ruined for certain.
“Someone bought a lot of eggs,” said Dom. He began walking around looking at the art up close. Kiko watched him turn a corner and then recoil in shock; a demanding meow followed.
“Oh, shoot,” said Cat, rushing over and scooping up an orange tabby cat. “I didn’t want them in here.”
“Cats?” asked Dom, as if he simultaneously couldn’t believe it and wasn’t shocked in the least. When he glanced over at Kiko, he shrugged.
“No, Sienna,” said Cat to the tabby, moving to the back of the a
