Not to his home, of course, but to the cat's home, which he assumed was not pacing back and forth in front of a deli facing the town green.
"N̉̂̉̂oͤ̌ͩ m̄͗ͮ̑ͨͩo͋r̈́ͨ͊eͥ̔ͤͨ cͬͪ́oͫ̃ͣ̆̄l̓̋͂ͫ̔̿d c̈̈u͋͋͒͐̓ͣts," he lectured the cat as he carried the cat up the front walk. "Y̽ͤ̽̀ou̔̽̽̋ s̽̍̀́ͤḣ͊̐̈̂̑õͤ̽u͗l͗̽̐̃d̓͊̋ ẅat͒͑̔ͩcͮ̾̽̐hͣ̽̾ y̑̉̆ͭ̃̆oͣ̈́̏͑ûͦͮͬr̀̓ ś͒odͮͩ̚iͭ̑uͪͮ̂ͨ̑m̎̐."
The cat made a displeased noise at this suggestion. Liam paid it no heed, hopping nimbly up the porch steps and rapping on the front door.
"Y̅̋o͋͊ͤ͗ȕ̓́ͭŕ̅̓͒ͬ s͒ͤ͂ͬ̊ě̇ͯ̈̏c̎r̂͂͂ͭͦeͤt̓̅̎̄̎͌'ͩ͗̊sͯ ṡaf͆͋͌͒̚e̊ͪͨ̈͑̈̅ w̉͗̌ͩͥỉ̏t̃ͧ̀͑̃ͧ̍h̄̈́̏̌ͥ͌̐ m̍ͦ̇̅͆e͌ͣ̀̉̏̍," he assured the cat.
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