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section7mfuSal hadn’t noticed the kitten as Illya rushed past, but he wasn’t so lucky with Glenna.
“Oh, look at the kitty!” The Russian scowled, but she couldn’t help smiling as the kitten climbed to his shoulder as he pinned on his badge. “He loves you!
Napoleon laughed and led the way down the corridor as Morris happily meowed to everyone he saw, causing intense embarrassment for Illya and “Awwwwws” to echo off the walls. In desperation, he tucked Morris into his inside jacket pocket as they entered Miss Rogers’ office.
“He’s expecting you; go right in.”
“What is that noise?”
Blushing furiously, Illya removed the kitty and placed him on the conference table.
“What the deuce?”
Morris looked at Mr. Waverly and immediately ran over, climbed into his lap and closed his eyes.
“I am sorry, Sir! We were told you wanted to see us right away.”
“It’s fine, Mr. Kuryakin, this cat obviously has good taste. Miss Rogers has fielded complaints of mice in the Secretarial Pool. Hand me the film, Mr. Solo, and take…”
“Morris.”
“Quite. Take him to Miss Rogers and tell her to find a place for him.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Partner Mine, UNCLE has a cat!”
Eight Months Later…
“It is your own fault! If you had not been so busy attempting to chat up the new stenographer, you would have seen Morris! You could have hurt him!”
Balancing on his crutches, Napoleon growled at Illya, “I was not flirting! I was carrying a box of files for Susan when Morris ran under my foot! Avoiding him caused me to lose my balance! I almost broke my neck!”
Illya nuzzled the cat and placed it on their office floor. “Mr. Waverly wants me to go to his cousin’s house. Do no more damage to the cat.”
“Oh, look at the kitty!” The Russian scowled, but she couldn’t help smiling as the kitten climbed to his shoulder as he pinned on his badge. “He loves you!
Napoleon laughed and led the way down the corridor as Morris happily meowed to everyone he saw, causing intense embarrassment for Illya and “Awwwwws” to echo off the walls. In desperation, he tucked Morris into his inside jacket pocket as they entered Miss Rogers’ office.
“He’s expecting you; go right in.”
“What is that noise?”
Blushing furiously, Illya removed the kitty and placed him on the conference table.
“What the deuce?”
Morris looked at Mr. Waverly and immediately ran over, climbed into his lap and closed his eyes.
“I am sorry, Sir! We were told you wanted to see us right away.”
“It’s fine, Mr. Kuryakin, this cat obviously has good taste. Miss Rogers has fielded complaints of mice in the Secretarial Pool. Hand me the film, Mr. Solo, and take…”
“Morris.”
“Quite. Take him to Miss Rogers and tell her to find a place for him.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Partner Mine, UNCLE has a cat!”
Eight Months Later…
“It is your own fault! If you had not been so busy attempting to chat up the new stenographer, you would have seen Morris! You could have hurt him!”
Balancing on his crutches, Napoleon growled at Illya, “I was not flirting! I was carrying a box of files for Susan when Morris ran under my foot! Avoiding him caused me to lose my balance! I almost broke my neck!”
Illya nuzzled the cat and placed it on their office floor. “Mr. Waverly wants me to go to his cousin’s house. Do no more damage to the cat.”
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