Past our backyard, I peered through the dense Oregon woods, picked out the white blur of the scarf, and kept after Clawed…
I reached a clearing, torch-lit and full of cats. In the center was Clawed, addressing the crowd with a booming human voice. He looked at me.
“Silly Lila. I knew you were there. Luckily for you humans, we cats are taking over the world and fixing it.”