Everything would have worked out fine except for that damned cat.
Ihate cats. They are, as my brother Solly once said, our perfect enemy. Boring-as-toast Solly, who’s never liked being part of the Cleanup Crew. “Too much risk, Bella,” he tells me every time a hunt comes up. I kind of wish I’d listened to him this time. No, scratch that. There’s no kind of about it.
Anyway, back to the cat.