Another shiver and Kami sighed. "I know cats," she murmured. "You can't train them to do anything. Ever." Reaching back blindly, her fingers found Mirza's slim hip and patted. Then she attempted to dig a few tickles into his ribs as she side-stepped and ducked. Giggling, she reached again for her cooking implements. "Are you as completely un-trainable?" she asked in a more normal voice as she found a suitable knife and laid out the peppers on the cutting board.
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