Chapter 8I got home to find Laird pacing downstairs. He greeted me with a loud meow and a quick rub against my leg before continuing his pacing. At first I thought he might be out of food, which he wasn’t. His bowl of dry was still half full. I topped it off anyway, opened a can of wet food, and dumped it in the other bowl. He came into the kitchen but ignored them, which was quite unlike him.
“What is with you?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, of course. At least not in words. Instead, he started to leave the kitchen, paused, and looked back at me as if to say, Are you coming?
I followed him to the bottom of the stairs to the second floor. He bounded up, stopping at the top to wait for me. Intrigued to say the least, I joined him. He went down to my bedroom doorway and stopped again, growli
