"My apologies, Miss Kit," Adrian said. "Of course. I couldn't have said it better myself."

And Boston was staring back at Amherst with all of Adrian's incredulity and absolutely none of his hilarity. His tail began lashing and he walked over to Kit and the kitten, his nose wriggling as he attempted to make sense of the various scents perfuming the air.

"Who is--?" Not a great day for Boston and finishing sentences.