“It has its uses,” was all Gabriel said before he suddenly found himself with a lapful of giant kitten, instinctively moving to catch her and not able to before her weight falls across his legs. She meowed a bit at the rough handling, twisting, but then a moment later settled down again, sprawled across him and still purring up a storm.

The Archangel rested his hands on the kitten’s side, feeling the vibration. Then Bomb nudged his hand and Gabriel ran his fingers down her back, scratching her behind the ears. “We should talk about training rights,” he announced. “I need something to pull my caravan.”