“Raised by,” she replied, laughing a little. “Don’t say that around Loki, he might turn me into one, and there are enough around here.” She doodled nonsensical designs on his stomach with one hand.
“S’pose that explains a few things. Speaking of,” he lifted his head to glance around, “where are the fluffy bastards? There’s usually at least one around every corner. Lurking.”
Summer objected, “They do not /lurk/ any more than your otter lurks. I strongly suspect there’s a cat pile somewhere in the sunlight. But I’m not getting up to find it. Ask Jarvis.”