Slowly, curiosity won out. Now, she allows Quigley a brief sniff of her head, maybe a soft nose-to-nose rub—nothing more, and absolutely on her terms. 

 Grooming her? Not a chance. She’s not that generous.

 Still, Quigley lights up like he’s been knighted every time she acknowledges him. And Tigra? She pretends it’s no big deal. But I’ve seen the way her tail flicks a little softer when he’s near.

 They’re not quite friends. But they’re something. And in this house, that’s enough. fun.