They HAD made it. Maybe the bridge wasn't as bad as her butler had feared.
Across the room, Viking, the sleek, hungry cat, stretched his long black paws out along the cushions of the black leather couch. Some times, she thought, I can't even see him there.
Viking's ear's had perked up when he heard her speak of a writing thread on freerepublic. Lost in thought, Viking was startled by the knock....
There he was in all his uniformed glory, the animal control officer.
"Are you the owner of black cat recently seen murdering the Cardinal babies in the holly bush?" he queried?
Viking said nothing and looked at the man with utter contempt knowing that a collarless killer safetly at home could never be proved to be a maurading murderer.