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Game of thronest little man3/5/2024 ![]() ![]() He’d never done anything like that before, or she would have locked him in the bedroom before Hyle arrived. And then Leo, fur bristling, had hissed and spat at Hyle until he got off the couch and started backing toward the door. She wasn’t sure if Hyle, her date, had accidentally touched one of Leo’s scars or pushed his injured leg or sat a bit on his tail, but Leo had slashed at Hyle and gouged five deep furrows across the back of his hand. He’d laid claim to that spot months ago and refused to relinquish it.īrienne cleaned up the empty wine glasses on the coffee table and folded the throw blanket on the couch. She would find him curled up on the pillow next to hers, of that she had no doubt. ![]() He made his way to her bedroom door, nudged it open with his head, and went inside. “You have to stop doing this,” she added, though the cat did not turn back to look at her. She probably was going crazy, the way she talked to him. Leo swished his fluffy tail, gave a little chirp and sauntered away. “Are you happy now? You’re turning me into a crazy cat lady, with only you for company.” She sighed as she closed the door and turned to glare at her cat. Hyle’s retreating back did not slow, nor did he look back. “Sorry again!” Brienne called down the hall.
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