Zane
“I don’t think I have ever been so worried about someone,” I said to him. “This is a very new thing for me.”
He was a very good listener, and at that time, as I waited with great anxiety for Miles to bring Miss Rhode Island safely back to me, a good listener was very valuable.
“I mean, if I was with them, I know we would make it safely. Probably. I should have told him, you know, that among all weapons and shields, there is none more formidable than a word. Words are the mightiest machination of man. Nothing can bring salvation or slaughter the way words can. But I guess you are not the type to use weapons. Or words.”
He concurred, I could tell. He mewed gently and licked clean an already clean paw.
“You have your claws, at least. And teeth. That’s not nothing.”
“Meow.”
“Yes,” I sighed. “And your cleverness and wits.”