Myka held up her hand, waving down Helena’ offer. If the cat gave Helena comfort, Myka wasn’t going to suggest it would be removed from her presence.
Myka was, also, more of a … well, she was more of a not pet person. Pets required care, not only physical needs like food and water and a place to relieve themselves, be that outside or a box inside kept clean; but they had emotional needs too, someone to love. And Myka couldn’t readily full either of those needs at any point in her adult life. Yes, there was Pete the Ferret, but Leena had helped look after him when Myka was away on assignment. And Pete the Ferret was a low maintenance animal.
Myka didn’t hate cats, she just preferred not to own them.
“The cat, Grappler? That’s what you said her name was, right? She can stay.”