“Me-ow,” wailed the white cat at the back door. She pressed her little, pink nose against the glass, pleading to the house’s occupants for entrance. Brian dropped his spoon into the cereal bowl, sloshing milk over the sides. He turned wheedling eyes on his mother, who refused to budge. “For the hundredth time, no! We are not keeping that cat.” (Bryony," Chapter 9: The Music Box)
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“Me-ow,” wailed the white cat at the back door. She pressed her little, pink nose against the glass, pleading to the house’s occupants for entrance.
Brian dropped his spoon into the cereal bowl, sloshing milk over the sides. He turned wheedling eyes on his mother, who refused to budge.
“For the hundredth time, no! We are not keeping that cat.” (Bryony," Chapter 9: The Music Box)
They should not have kept the cat.
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