Not that Saash seemed to mind, snuggling up and bumping his head with hers, now. She just kept purring.

Most cities are like that. Alive. New York certainly is. The humans call it the 'city that never sleeps', and it surely doesn't seem to. Not that the trains don't stop--they do. That can be sort of disconcerting, though. And hearing the rats skitter around at night...

She laid her ears back at that memory, but no more.