“What would you do if your cat suddenly went psycho and started to attack you for no apparent reason, lying in wait and pouncing or stalking you with a faraway look reminiscent of its predatory cousins and ancestors?”

“Why do I always have to remind you to look to where the danger waits, Warrior. Sheesh, what would you do without me?“Uh, not be a murderous psycho?”Very funny.”

“The house is made up of the spirits of our ancestors. Did you think they would lie idly by while we were under attack?"'Cuz, yeah, didn't everybody's ancestors rise up and destroy enemies.”

“We didn’t domesticate cats. They domesticated themselves. But not totally, you know? You take a good look at any house cat, and you can tell there’s eventually going to be a day when it goes back wild, you know? When it reverts to its true nature. You fall over and die in a house with your dog, and your dog will lie down beside your dead body, maybe right on top of it, and starve to death. But a house cat will feast on your eyes as soon as its stomach starts growling.”

“What is it that you want with me, Baka?”He looked at her in a predatory way that, she sensed, had nothing to do with blood. “The same thing any man who isn’t blind would want from you.” Elora arched a right eyebrow and took another sip of golden liquid as she waited for him to spell it out. “Your phone number.”

“What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.”