“Are you babysitting?” I pulled out my phone. “Is this a bad time? I can call for a pick-up. I’m sure Kitty McLitterbox would love to come back for me.” “If you leave me,” she snarled, “I will hunt you down, chop you up and feed you to Grandmother’s koi.” I believed her. “Are all kitsunes this violent, or are you the exception?” She glanced toward the house. “You’ve met my mother and grandmother.” “Good point.”