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taken off balance by my simplest of questions, or perhaps more by the tone of an adult
talking to a small but adorable child, instead of one adult talking to another.
    â€œSusie.”
    â€œWell, Susie, it’s very nice to meet you. You’ve just moved in downstairs, haven’t you?”
    â€œYeah, a couple of weeks ago. It seems lovely here; everyone’s really friendly and everything, not like where I used to live; my neighbors were just a nightmare, and Lynn’s ever so sweet to invite me to her party, and…”
    â€œYes, she is,” I cut in smoothly, almost able to taste the nervousness of her babbling. “I would quite like you to go and get me a drink, Susie. Vodka and soda, with fresh lime. Half-full with ice. Will you go and do that for me?”
    Her eyes widened as if she was not quite sure if I really had just interrupted her and told her what to do. Well, asked her, really. Telling would come later.
    â€œOh…um, of course. Certainly. I’ll be right back.”
    â€œGood girl,” I said with a smile, watching her cheeks flush as she scurried away, her little coat-hanger tail swaying from side to side. Oh, she was just too, too perfect. I had tried in the past to take the small-talk route, exchange pleasantries, discuss preferences. It usually worked out all right in the end, but it was just so terribly, tediously dull. It was much more fun to start off by knocking them sideways and see what happened, and besides, I’d never been wrong yet. I always know when a nice girl wants to be bad for me.
    A few moments later, she returned, my drink in one hand and hers in the other, an expectant smile on her face.
    â€œThank you,” I said as I took it, making sure to look straight into her big brown eyes in a way I knew would make her squirm. She looked so beautiful like that. “I do like your costume, Susie. Did you make it yourself?”

    â€œYes.” She looked a little embarrassed at having made her own costume, not realizing that was the very thing that made me want her even more, that innocence that just couldn’t be bought.
    â€œIt’s very nice. Why haven’t you got your paws on though?” I inquired, knowing full well why not.
    â€œWell, they’re just a bit tricky to do things with you see. Everyone was getting a bit fed up with me getting black fluff in the Doritos, so I just took them off!” She grinned shyly, tugging at the fuzzy paws. “They were more for effect than for wearing, really.”
    â€œWell, a real kitten wouldn’t have the choice to take her paws off, would she?” I remarked, admiring the way this made her shift her weight from one foot to the other. “She wouldn’t be drinking from a glass, but from a little saucer on the floor, and curling up at her mistress’s feet like a good little kitty, having her ears stroked and her neck tickled. That is, if you were good. I think perhaps you should put them on, don’t you?”
    She stared at me, as if trying to decide if I was being serious or not. I could see all of the thoughts running through her head, wondering if I meant what she thought she’d heard. I just waited.
    â€œWell…” she began slowly, “will you hold my drink for me?”
    Oh, that first victory always tasted the sweetest.
    â€œOf course.” I took the glass from her, watching her awkwardly slip her hands inside the pink satin lining of the paws. She had certainly done a good job, to bother lining them at all. It made me wonder how much she enjoyed the thought of putting her hands inside there, feeling herself just that little bit immobilized, not being able to grip and hold and reach.
    â€œCan I have my drink back now, please?”

    It almost made me want to laugh, her trusting naïveté.
    â€œI thought we established kitties don’t drink from glasses, but from saucers?”
    â€œDid we?”
    â€œYes.”
    She looked