Sandy, Here I Come!

"I was only speaking up to give you a reminder, not telling you how to run things." Karen reached out and patted Purr's head. "I know. Elders can never resist nagging." Purr gave Karen a massive eye-roll. Just then, Kevin walked in. He wagged his tail at Karen first, then habitually trotted over toward his cushion. Then, he froze in silence. Whether as an evil god or as a dog, he was fiercely territorial about his cushion. He knew plenty of people in the house came into this study, but he truly hadn't expected anyone to actually sit on his cushion. It was an absolute dog move—more dog than he was. Still, Kevin had always possessed an even temper, at least in front of Karen and Purr. Lowering his body, he lay flat on the carpet, refusing to touch his soiled cushion. Just then, the telephone rang. Karen answered it, and Aisli's voice came through the receiver: "Captain, it's me." "Mm."