*Cat*

It was just my luck that on a bright Saturday morning when I was filled with the itching need to get out of the house, Elio would have to work. I pouted unhappily, slouched on the couch as my leg bounced up and down impatiently as Elio got ready to leave.

“I’m sorry,” Elio said, giving me an apologetic look. “Franky needs me to check on a building. I tried to get out of it but apparently, it needs my approval before they go ahead with ...