She would have laughed out loud, but her eerie, warbling cackle was probably not good for Erskine's nerves, so she merely chuffed instead.

We aren't exactly normal people, she pointed out, her tail sweeping across the floor, then she rolled onto her side, her head resting near his feet. She had often rested like this when Anton was sitting in that chair, keeping him company as he worked. Not unlike a loyal dog, but god forbid she admit that anywhere but within her own mind. She sighed, closing her eyes, But normal is boring.