Northern_Lights_2019

35 it. As soon as she did, a great mass of long, gray fur waddled into the apartment, pushing himself against her leg in greeting before taking up his usual seat at the end of her pastel sofa. Bettie set her fists on her hips. “Well,” she huffed. “Hello to you, too. Took you long enough.” Mr. Mimsy gave her an unknowable look and purred comfortably before setting to work grooming himself.