“Well, that one is compressed catnip. He can’t get blissed out on that. He might de-tail the others, though.” She gestured at the more brightly coloured ones scattered about. “And yourself? Do you approve?”
Loki kept his eyes on Cat.
“How can I help but approve when Macrowafter so clearly is enjoying himself?”
“Is that the way to Loki’s heart, then?” Summer asked, clearly amused. “Spoil his kitten?” Picking up the catnip mouse, she waved it over Macrowafter’s head, then tossed it across the room. “Good thing I brought many things to spoil the kitty with.”
“Hmm,” Loki said, sounding amused. ”You misunderstand—it is not my heart you must win, it is Cat’s. This is, after all, his house.”
Summer nodded to Cat. “He seems pretty happy to me.” She brushed a fingertip over one black ear, causing him to startle. Equally gently she brushed kitten and master with her power.