Chapter Sixteen

HUDSON

Jim and Jay, two of my favourite pets, have huge lips that ooze saliva as they wag their tails eagerly awaiting the meal I'm about to pour out for them. They are my watchdogs, enormous, with large skulls and sagging jaws. The most devoted cat, I open a sealed can and pour the contents into their dish, where they gnaw on it with their jaws in the bowl and make a mess of the room.

Which maid is that? I ponder this as I launch a sealed can into the air and catch it as it falls. In addition to sensing the desire, I also felt as though I could smell her. It was so intense that I was unable to resist. My iris became blue in the lobby since my fur was so obvious, but my baggy suit did an excellent job of hiding it. My brothers constantly claim that I have the most quick-tempered wolf, one that changes shape at the least opportunity.

The hairs on my skin stood up when she bumped into me in the hallway yesterday.

Only I, who tamed it at the appropriate time, knew that my eyes had ch