"I'm sure he appreciates it," Peter says dryly. Sandwich made, he's unsurprised when the kitten makes a mewing beeline toward him, as if on cue. He can't help smiling a little. It's hard to be in a bad mood when a kitten is winding itself around your ankles, looking for bits of overprocessed ham.

"He's not the only endangered species in this house, is he?"