Chapter 8

By S. N. Arly
Sep 14, 2019 · 1,058 words · 4 minutes

From the author: Hēi Māo makes a very convincing argument.

Brigitte came up from breakfast Saturday morning to find Hēi Māo lounging on the rug in a patch of sun. Smiling at his obvious happiness, she slid his freshly filled water and food dishes into their spot, a corner near her sink, where they wouldn't get knocked over.

"I got you some nice salmon this morning," she said, thinking it might appeal to him. He lifted his head and gazed at her for a moment, before flopping onto his back and wriggling.

"Do you need company?" she asked, thinking it...

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