He glanced up at her—and then back down at the cat, a brief, polite smile crossing his face. ”…I am Loki. Thank you for keeping him out of the street.”
“Bless, of course. It’s nice to meet you, Loki.” Summer pushed a long lock of hair behind one ear and gestured around. “I was starting to wonder if anyone else actually lived in this building, for all the life around here.”
Going back down to pick up her brush, she called back, “So you’re a cat person, then? Any others besides that little mischief maker?”
“It’s a quiet neighborhood,” Loki said with a brief smile. ”and no, not particularly. Macrowafter found me, and he’s the sole lord and master of my household. Silly me—before acquiring a cat, I considered myself to be the most evolved creature on this planet.”
“Welcome to life as a cat slave. I’ve got four.” She tilted her head to one side, eyeing him. “Do I want to know why his real name is Macrowafter? Or is this like the story of why Doc is called Doc?”