An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Put That Thing Back Where It Came From, Or So Help Me
Chapter 7: Nighttime Perrrrogative “But what do you think she gets up to?” Jimmy stood on his tiptoes to hang out of Thomas’ attic window, staring off into the dark “She leaves for hours at a time”
"She's a cat. Her mysteries are to remain her own. It’s a kitten’s perrrrogative”
Jimmy worries about where Little Miss Katherine Barrow goes at night and what she get's up to now she's in her rebellious teenage phase.


















