Dennis felt his eyebrows grow up, though nothing short of a freak chain of events beginning with a freight train collision in Chester and culminating in the total destruction of Belgium could have wiped the smile from his face. "Zacharias Smith," he asked, still grinning. "I seem to have a weird journal talking relationship with him. Still I love the name of his cats," he said enthusiastically.
"Excellent," Dennis crowed. "What were you thinking?" He sat down obligingly to watch her work, taking a moment to put the kitten down.