Yelena let out a snort of amusement at the conversation going on between the cat and Pants McGee. Like she hadn’t had a hundred opportunities to kill him already. Whatever. Cats be cats.

Fanny was grateful for Adrian’s help getting out of the douchemobile. He no doubt got a tone of fur on his black pants.

“You can put your hat back on,” Yelena said as she leashed up Fanny and threw her duffel bag over her shoulder. “Does it talk too? Maybe tell us what house we belong too?”