Chapter Eight
Olivia seemed very pleased to see us and I wondered how often she had company. She bustled off to her kitchen, proud to be playing hostess and soon returned with more tea cups filled with herbal tea for us.
“Please excuse the mess,” she said cheerfully. “The housekeeper hasn’t shown up for a while.”
I suspected there wasn’t a housekeeper. Either that, or the housekeeper had declared surrender to the encroaching mess. Luna and I settled gingerly on the sofa after I inconspicuously moved some papers out of the way.
“Now then,” said Olivia. “What do you think of all my little ones?”
We looked around us at all the different cats staring at us with interest from their various perches.
Luna said, “They’re gorgeous. So sleek and beautiful.”
And they were. Olivia might have te
