“Depending on how well-trained it is, the cat should be able to get away with a lot more than a human could.” Joule turned glittering green eyes on the woman. {Not an it.} A look of startlement crossed Aviva’s face. “Did that thing just talk?” Morrison asked. Joule’s head whipped around to face the man, eyes narrowing. {Not a thing, either.} “Holy shit,” he breathed. “He did.” If a cat could roll its eyes, Joule would be doing so. {Am a she.}”