Anani gently released his burden to Trahearne, purring madly, eyes closed with what could be contentment. He turned, mewing when Valdis opened the door and his tail fluffed up.

"You little weasel," she sighed, scooping him up when he trotted over, "That kit wasn't yours.

Anani tipped his head, releasing a little chirp as if he disagreed, then wiggled out of her arms and jumped up on the counter to sniff at a clock.

"Good day, Trahearne," Valdis said, smiling in amusement, "I see my cat has made you an accessory to theft."