Chapter 11 She Wondered

After dinner, Eloise sat on the floor in front of the couch in the living room to soak up the heat from the fireplace. Simba, the house cat, doesn’t seem to mind sharing the warmth with her, she thought, because he gets a belly scratch from it. He is a fat little thing with an “I don’t give a shit about anyone” attitude, which strikes her as quite funny.
Many of the guys wear black, and she swore Simba rubbed up against them to hear them groan. Now she knew exactly where the patches of white fur came from.
None of the guys pay much attention to her. They are always polite but never speak more than they have to. Right now, that works fine for her.