A furry white bundle bounded across the yard toward me, Sass leaping up into my arms as I slipped my feet back into my high heels. He settled against me, breathing hard as Clover tentatively stroked his fur.

"Nice to see you again," he said. "Now, take us to your mother, there's a good girl."

Considering Clover was probably in her early twenties, his gentle but condescending tone should have pissed her off. I guess it was a ...