Brisa absentmindedly stroked her friend’s furry ears, curling her arms around her in an effort to protect the cat from being thrown about by Wolfram’s panicked driving. Sighing, she leaned her head back against the car seat and stared out the window, wondering how she got into this situation.Sherri was quiet on Brisa's lap, ginger tail tucked delicately over her pink nose. Her eyelids were drooped, but her ears were spread wide to catch the bits of conversation being tossed about. She wanted to impel her own questions, but of course, her current position required she be quiet.
