Emil was getting to the point where the care Makai showed to his delicate sensibilities was starting to annoy him as much as he appreciated it.
He guessed it was a sign of him getting better with being close to Makai, which in itself was a welcome change to how the last five years had been. Especially when Makai was… well, a potential partner. He flushed at the thought of the conversation they’d had earlier and busied himself by cleaning out the little trash Doc had made.
Mouse came in from the bedroom and walked directly to the doc. She sat by his feet and looked at him as if she was expecting something.
“Doc Donovan, meet Mouse,” Makai said, making the vet chuckle.
“I’m glad she has a name, unorthodox as it is.”
“Actually, my grandma gave her the name when she was still a stray,” Emil said and explained the connection his grandma had to the cat, brief as it was.