"I didn't know you had a cat," he said, heading over to the window to give Bartholomew a treat and stroke the bird's chest. "Cat's and I have always had a strange relationship. Maybe it's the wolf thing. Any way, I like my boys"
Atlas scratched the back of his head when he saw Minerva looking around, and tried to think of a place they could sit. "Do you want to sit at the table?" he asked, pointed to his small table. "Or we could kick the dog off the couch. He prefers my bed anyway."