Chapter 4

“Pussy?” Peter got out, holding out what he had.

“Isn’t that Waldo, the Schrodinger’s cat? He’s been missing for weeks! We didn’t know if he was dead or alive!”

Ned stood up, smiling and rubbing his head, pretending everything was great, as well as normal. Darcy stalked up to him, her eyes narrowed. “You!” she snarled, then turned her gaze on her brother. “He was my boyfriend first!” she shouted.

“Come, dear, let’s go back into the house. I think a lot of our guests are waiting to bid us good night.” That was Peter’s father, ever the ambassador of good will. “Oh Peter, please bring the cat into the house with you; the neighbors will be so pleased to get him back.”

“Her,” muttered Peter. “He’s a her. A very full and pregnant her, and with a boyfriend to boot, unless I miss my guess.”