I removed his paw, again, to ask, "Why?"

He shot me a grumblepuss glare that basically said, "Obey me, witch!"

I sighed. "Yes, Your Professorliness."

I tiptoed us out of the kitchen and into the living room where Boxy and Isabella sat facing away from us on the couch visiting quietly. The rest of the house stretched to the right down a darkened, narrow hallway. As silently as I could, I crept toward the first door and opened it. If anyone asked, I was looking for the ...