I sighed as we left Exotica's tom's apartment. It was lucky for her my human queen had me, or else she would probably kick poor Exotica out for her tom's inability to pay rent on time. He is a nice tom, but he seems quite eccentric and irresponsible.
My human queen, Mrs. Pullman, is a lovely queen. Very sweet-tempered and more patient than one would think of a landlady. The poor dear, her mate died several long years ago, but she still has her children and me. She knelt down and took me in her arms, commenting on how nice it was of me to join her to Michael Harris' apartment. I purred as she stroked my fur. Yes, I very much like my Mrs. Pullman. She is the type that often cooks food for the less privileged humans and knitted socks and blankets for all the residents of her apartment building. I believe she would also fare well as a teacher, like me.
She walked us into our apartment and set me upon the window sill. I curled up as the telephone rang, and heard her begin a conversation with her son, Johnathon Pullman. Oh, why that is dear Electra's human tom. I casually wondered how she was doing as I listened to Mrs. Pullman's side of this conversation.