Sherlock clicked up to my knee and put his head near my hand. He looked at me with big eyes, begging for a scratch. I ran my fingernails behind his eyes. “You’re a good boy,” I said.
Harry called to Sherlock as he always does when I’m giving him attention. “Here boy, come, Sherlock.” Sherlock ignored him. A failed coup.
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