She laughs at this. "Then you don't know. I could be your sister, nonetheless half the Brooklyns out there." She bites her lip. "Unless that's a sore subject. Then - foot in mouth and I'm certain your father is a fine man. Or a right ass. Your pick."

Corrine rolls her eyes again and grins at him. "Joking, joking dear Bach. Your beloved cat has made quite the dent in my fresh fish supply. Goodbye salmon dinners! So long tilapia meant for mango and finer things! We have an agreement. I leave it by the door of the wing she's currently taken over, she has it clear by morning."

"Like I said, I don't do cats. But I'm no monster! I'm sure most people find her cute."