âYou have got to be kidding me.â Natasha rolls her eyes half-heartedly as the black cat winds around her ankles. She shouldnât be all that surprised really - Liho is about a hundred different kinds of stubborn, of course he would find her all these years later. She has to wonder if he lived with the other Natasha - well, her, but from the future. God, time travel is a pain. âIs there such a thing as homing cats?â She asks absently, letting out a sigh as Liho settles at her feet and looks up at her with those big damn eyes. âSurely he belongs to someone around here.â











