I have figured out why Autolycus has so many claws and little batwings of extra skin under his arms and why Hestia can sit upright and so easily open doors and why both of them enjoy human desserts. Our cats obviously descend from Behemoth, the black demon-cat that accompanied the Devil to Moscow in the spring of 1936. The liaisons by which he left children among the strays and pets of Moscow, Bulgakov must have omitted for modesty, and some of these demon-kittens must have emigrated over the years in order for our cats' mother to have ended up in Cambridge by this March. But I really think this explains it. Autolycus understands how to twist off seltzer caps. Hestia picks up bugs. They made multiple trips up a refrigerator to get at a macaron. We should not keep vodka in the house. They will drink it and we won't be able to figure out where the pickled mushrooms came from.
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