He’s so silly!” “Because he can, because he gets away with murder too often, and with you around, even more.” Keyon chuckles. “That cat is no good. He’s a total brat.” I nuzzle my nose into Simon’s soft fur, and he purrs up a storm—for my entertainment, Keyon believes. Apparently, Simon’s been known to win girl hearts even faster than Keyon. My heart does a little skip, showing me how mine is already far gone. “So a brat cat, you’re saying?” “Definitely a brat cat.” Last night, Keyon and I decided it was easier for me to sleep over. In the morning, we’d just get up early, and he’d drive me to Calceth. Since Keyon didn’t volunteer, I took matters in my own hands before we turned in and opened the door for Simon. In Keyon’s words, this was “an all-time low of a mistake” and the reason why I’ve hardly slept. It all started innocently enough with Simon snoozing at the foot of the bed.
