So I Came Through

THE DOOR and saw Loki and one of the kittens snuggled on the bed. Loki had a foreleg — call it an arm — draped casually across the kitten’s shoulder. The two of them, disturbed by my entrance, looked up at me wide-eyed, like nothing so much as a Senator and his doxy frozen in scandal for all time by the strobe light of a paparazzo.

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