"Paw, paw, paw. On his shirt. "Fucking hell." He gave in and rubbed that black belly. "And no, I don't need anything." The purring got so loud, he had to lean in to the butler. "What did you say?" "I'm happy to oblige whatever you require." "Yeah. I know. But I'm going to take care of my brother. No one else. Are we clear." The cat was now rubbing its head into his pec. Then stretching up into the itching. Oh, God, this was awful--especially as the butler's already droopy face sagged down to what were no doubt knobby knees. "Ah, shit, Fritz--" "Is he ill?" iAm closed his eyes briefly as the female voice registered. Fantastic. Another party heard from. "He's fine," iAm said without looking at the Chosen Selena. Leaving the kibitzers in the dust, he went into the pantry with the freeloading cat and . . . Right. How was he going to get the load of post-migraine recovery rations down from the shelves with his arms full of-- What was its name? Fine. It was G*dd*mn Cat, then. Looking down into those wide, contented eyes, iAm thinned his lips as he rubbed under its chin. Behind an ear. "Okay, enough with this." He played with one of the paws. "I gotta put you down now." Assuming control, he took the cat out of its recline and went to put it down on the-- Somehow the thing managed to claw its way into the very fibers of his fleece and hang off the front of him like a tie. "Are you kidding me." More purring. A blink of those luminous eyes. An expression of self-possession that iAm took to mean this interaction was going to go the cat's way--and no one else's. "Mayhap I shall help?" Selena asked softly. iAm bit out a curse and glared at the cat. Then at the Chosen. But short of taking off his pullover? G*dd*mn Cat was sticking with him. "I need some of those Milanos up there?" The Chosen reached up and took a bag from the Pepperidge Farm munchie department. "And he's going to need some of those tortilla chips." "Plain or the lime flavor?" "Plain." iAm gave up the ghost and resumed servicing G*dd*mn--and the cat immediately went into full La-Z-Boy again. "He's going to want one of the Entenmann's pound cakes. And we're going to bring him three ice-cold Cokes, two big Poland Springs, room temperature, and a partridge in a pear tree." -Boo, iAm, Fritz, & Selena"