No. No, don’t be like that. He hated that Cather was curled up on his own, drawing away. Hill tried to stand up, but he was too weak, too tired. “Easy, kit. You haven’t had any food in far too long.” The man’s hands were magical, so gentle, but firm enough it felt like a proper grooming. “I’ve got meat in the fridge in the other room. I’ll bring it out in a bit.” He looked back over his shoulder, but Cather wasn’t looking at him. “It’s okay, kit. He’ll come around -- I’m not going anywhere.” The man’s fingers curled, scratching behind his ears. “I’m Jag, pretty kitty. I bet you’ve got a great name.” He did. He had a glorious name. Hill. Hill and Cather. “If you shifted, you could let me know what it is. In the meantime I’ll just keep on with the nicknames.” There was a thread of laughter in the man’s -- Jag’s -- voice. He seemed very nice and he gave the best scratches.
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