USE Embassy, Venice
Autumn, 1634

Tuxedo drowsed in the warm corner at the foot of the raised hearth, curled up in a ball with his tail tucked around his paws. Tempting smells were drifting through the air.

The human who sometimes let tasty bits drop to the floor wasn't there right now. He kept an ear cocked for her footsteps.

He half-noticed that a different human was there, doing something incomprehensible up above. Tuxedo had learned not to leap up there to see, because it was hot

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