“Apparently Dr. Late isn’t the only one who doesn’t know that cats have nine lives.”
“But if he finds you here he will simply kill you again and again until you have no lives left. You must go home to Emma right away.”
“My ride is here now.”
“But what about Dr. Late?”
“Don’t worry,” said Chloe, as she walked out the door, her long tail in the air. “Humans don’t have nine lives.”
Chloe got into the waiting car. “Thanks for picking me up, Ann-Louise and Rejoice.”