I looked back at Cassandra's humans' house as we walked away. It still amazes me how quickly my human queen, Veronica, can clean a home like that; considering all it takes humans to clean the house. It's actually kinda ridiculous, when you think about. "Sanitization" and all that random crap.
"Admetus?" I turned and caught up with Veronica; the least I could do after she brings me around everywhere instead of locking me in the apartment all day. The poor queen's a bit lonely, too, without me. It's lucky most of her clients are owned by other cats. Her life is pretty much wake up, get dressed, go to the first house, clean, next house, etc. Then, come home, eat, wash, go to bed. She doesn't let her clients notice, but I can tell she's pretty sad. I wish she would go out and meet some tom or something. But what human listens to a cat?
I gasped as Veronica tripped over something fell right in the middle of the street, her bag and everything in it flying everywhere. I rushed to help, but there was little I could do. Luckily, a passing queen noticed and came over to help. Wait, isn't that Jemima's human?