Purrrrrr... purrrr... purrrr...
Late at night, Stormy was preparing to lock up the Grey Cat Inn. You see, even purveyors of hospitality needed their beauty sleep, and felines had high standards when it comes to quality sleep.
Unfortunately, the bell above the door jingled.
He turned, and his face splitting into a bright, toothy smile, his purr cranking up to an almost obscene volume. "Nurse Linh!"
But the smile evaporated immediately when he caught the look on her face. Terror. "Master, I-I need help!"
She dragged in a middle-aged doctor, the very man who signed her paychecks, both of them moving like the hounds of hell were nipping at their heels.
Stormy killed the purr and gave a curt nod. "Upstairs, quickly."
"Thank you. Thank you so much." The doctor managed between ragged breaths, bowing so deeply he nearly concussed himself on the banister as he scrambled upstairs alongside the weresnake nurse.
