Cat Collection
"So how many is that now, Lu?" Delthea cocked her head to the side as she observed the small gray-and-white cat rubbing against her brother's leg. "Five cats? Six?"
Luthier didn't look up from his book, though he huffed indignantly. "It's only the fourth, Delthea."
"Only four." Delthea rolled her eyes. "That's so much better! You're like a crazy cat lady, Lu. Except you're a guy. Is that a thing? Crazy cat guys?"
"Excuse you...!"
Luthier's protests didn't matter, as Delthea had already turned around, apparently bored with teasing him already (though she was still giggling as she hopped away). Scowling, he leaned down and rubbed the cat's head, and Luthier's frown soon melted away as it started purring.
"It's not your fault," he muttered. "She just doesn't understand."