Completely stupid questions, like "Can I have my cat back?"

[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

After the clothes had been emptied out, the bag had been put away, and everything was back in order, there was one last task to do before admitting that the vacation was over.

Getting back the unholy demon of furry terror, the cat named Dog.

Dog had been dropped off with a babysitter, who if not completely reliable, could at least be trusted to feed her regularly. Or so Grant hoped. He didn't really have a lot of faith in that department. So when he knocked on Ian Malcolm's door, he was fully prepared to be greeted by a hairball that was going to eat his shins.

Or at least ignore him for a week. Cats were like that.

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[ian-ma1co1m.livejournal.com]

Ian frowned as he looked around the room. "Maybe. Maybe not. There is one other possibility we really should check."

[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

"No, she left. Look, all her stuff's gone. She must have packed up." Ellie had done a good job, too. She was back home, with her kids and her husband.

[ian-ma1co1m.livejournal.com]

"The house-elves do that," he pointed out. "In - certain cases."

[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

"She's not here," Grant said firmly. "She's not in the castle anymore."

[ian-ma1co1m.livejournal.com]

Ian gave him a long, skeptical look.

"If you're that sure, then you won't mind going with me to check the plaque?"

[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

"No," he said. "Look, she's gone. I've got to get back, get settled in. I need to get my cat back."

[ian-ma1co1m.livejournal.com]

"Well, you'll have to wait for the cat, because I'm going to check." He turned and headed back down the hall.