"So call her Bomb for short, then," Gabriel said with a shrug, still grinning. "Can't imagine that's something you'd object to. I mean, weapons and violence? Psh. Perfect name for a vicious giant kitty."

His fingers found the knots in the cat's back and neck, massaged the area around her ears. He couldn't see, but he didn't need to see. It wasn't as if he was an animal person, exactly, but he did like to indulge them on occasion, because at least they were uncomplicated. That meant, after two thousand years, that he knew where all their spots were.