The corner of Thomas Shannon's lips twitched slightly. He hadn't forgotten Harry cowering and pressing close to him. Seeking shelter.
Both were felines, but Gaby was dozens of times larger than Harry...
No wonder the little cat was so terrified.
Sophie Sullivan opened the door. Harry bolted into the bedroom like a shot, fleeing for its life, with Gaby rushing in right after it. Harry shrieked repeatedly, its chubby body surprisingly agile at that moment.
With several agile leaps, it scrambled up the wall and landed precariously on the crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling.
It MEOWED weakly at Thomas Shannon. Master, save Your Majesty quickly!
Gaby paced back and forth beneath the crystal lamp, its eyes fixed menacingly on Harry, who was clinging to the fixture.
Evidently, the chubby Harry had captured Gaby's interest.
