“Here,” John says. Shoving a small black cat in your face. It stares at you with one blue and one green eye, pupils blown wide. Is it high on catnip or something?

“You look like you could use some company - other than me, of course.” He smirks and hands the kitty to you. It looks up at you, surprisingly docile. “I put a spell on them so they won’t attack. Don’t know if they’re trained. Don’t ask me where I got them.”