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He glared at the fat gray tom lounging in the windowsill—well, mostly in it, anyway. “Thanks for the present, Tucker. You’re lucky I didn’t name you Holiday. You’re just as much a pain in my ass as my ex-wife.” This apparently displeased the cat, who leapt down from the sill and wandered out of the room and down the hall. Probably heading to leave Felonious another present in the kitchen.