She frowned. “Wouldn’t the stuff your family had go to you? You should have some money, seriously.” Helios sniffed at the stuff inside the glass, then let go and padded over to make sure Summer was drinking the same thing. She held the glass for his inspection wordlessly, and then he wandered off to the kitchen. “I used to have a cat who drank beer,” she commented, watching the fluffy tail wave.
“They didn’t leave me anything except the house and that’s under…the police have still got it or something,” he admitted with a wince, sure that she was going to ask questions now, ones which he didn’t have all the answers to. He arched an eyebrow and let out a faint, near disbelieving laugh. “Really? Even get it drunk?”
“It was hard to tell,” she laughed, dropping the other subject. “Panther was almost as laid back as Helios, so if he got drunk it didn’t change his normal behaviour much. He still just laid around and purred.” Summer gestured to the short couch. “You don’t have to sit on the floor, you know.”