"Tate!" he exclaimed, watching as two black ears appeared at the top of the urn. "I'll get you out, hang on!" He switched off the wheel, which gradually came to a stop. By this time, Léa had run over to see what was happening. She and Robert peered into the clay vessel at a rather dizzy black cat. Carefully, Robert lifted her out and set her on his lap. "My goodness, Tate, I would have given you a lesson if you'd only asked," he teased. "Let's get you back to Pierre." |