“No, Hannah,” Claire said. “He’s not for you,” Hannah said. “I’m just killing time until I can take him to the new owner; she won’t be home until five.” “In that case let me hold him,” Claire said. “He’s so cute.” “He looks just like you,” Hannah said. “Black hair and blue eyes.” “My hair is not black,” Claire said. “It’s Mysterious Nightfall and Wing de Raven with just a hint of Hot Caramel.” “Well, pardon me,” Hannah said. “I guess that makes mine Mysterious Mouse with just a hint of Head de Bed.” The kitten was very tiny and mewed pitifully as Hannah transferred it over. Claire cuddled the tiny ball of fur up against her chest and rubbed his neck and head. He began to purr and squeezed his eyes shut at her. “He likes you,” Hannah said. “Too bad he’s spoken for.”
