CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN – ANOTHER HAPPY REUNION

The burly superintendent looked deeply uncomfortable holding the squirming cat out in front of him, her back legs kicking indignantly. "Found 'er tucked away in one of the storage closets downstairs this morning. Musta snuck in through an open window or somethin' last night while the chaos from that party was spillin' out everywhere." Even as he spoke, Jasmine's mind flashed back to the vague memories of their wild rooftop chase and subsequent party-crashing from the previous evening. Of course - in all the drunken revelry, it was more than possible that the little escape artist had managed to give them the slip at some point, slipping off to explore the building's lower maintenance areas to her cat heart's content. She accepted her wayward pet from the super's outstretched arms, barely resisting the urge to smother Whiskers with kisses of giddy relief right then and there. Instead, she settled for burying her face in that soft, familiar fur, drinking in the comforting scent as W