Of all the places that Breakfast could have taken him, it had to be the place that Klaus enjoyed the least. A festival in Burrowgatory, and something during the summer to top it off. Klaus on a good day didn’t do well with people. Pair that with a mountain of noise, constant brushing of fur on fur, and the sheer amount of color, he wanted to return quickly to bed. But, after arriving at his office, the pink bundle of energy wouldn’t leave until she had a dat...
