September 1870, Brighton England Chapter3 The next morning, a warm, grey, furry body, with sharp claws and a purr that could be felt from across the room, landed squarely in the middle of her chest. Thankfully, there were enough blankets between her and Balthazar that his claws did not leave their mark on her flesh. He pressed his face into hers and breathed his distinctive cat-breath into her nose. Ugh! What had he been eating? … Continue reading →