Then, just as my hand reached its head, the cat suddenly moved, forcing my hand off it.
Ignoring my and Alya's gaze once again, the cat abruptly turned around before making its way back toward the bed.
Did it do something?
It had never asked me to be petted before, had it?
Why now?
"well...it can't hurt to watch for now."
Leaning against the kitchen counter, I intently watched as the cat jumped onto the bed before making its way to Zach's head.
Standing right beside Zach's hand, the cat threw its paw at his head as if petting him.
Nudging my shoulder from the right, Alya questioned.
"Is this part of the plan?"
Keeping my gaze on the black cat, I replied.
"Who knows at this point?"
Shaking her head, Alya curtly replied.
"I know you said that doing anything is worth a shot earlier... but I think I'm starting to disagree."
