His gaze flicked over her again, and then back down to Macrowafter.
“…do cats require playmates? I know little of these creatures, I’m afraid.”Both her brows arched up. “Would you like some advice? I’ve had — well, been had by cats all my life.” Her tone was very dry. “Cats do what they want, and you please them, or suffer the consequences. On the other hand,” she gently scratched under Cat’s willing chin, “the rewards are quite nice too.”
Summer glanced back up at Loki. “Tell you what, why don’t you drop this fella off where he belongs, and come up to my place, meet my four. I can teach you all about being a slave to cats.” Her faint southern accent thickened slightly on the last words.
Loki hesitated, weighing his options—it was true that he knew next to nothing about caring for a cat. He had gathered some small information off of the internet, but pride had prevented him from doing any real asking.
“…I have a few minute—I suppose I might,” he said at last.
Her tone went sardonic. “Well, don’t let me keep you if you’re busy.” Starting up the stairs, she added, around the knee-length fall of hair, “If you want, though, I’m in 4B. The door will be open.” Summer ran up the stairs and vanished inside.