Final chapter

I've always suffered from this horrible disadvantageous condition— it's called waking late on days I'm supposed to have early flight schedules. I'm starting to think it's an actual thing, so I'm not surprised it's less than an hour for my flight and I'm still on bed, feeling something fat and fluffy on my face.

"Whiskers?" Its Mabel's voice that wakes me up. Not the fluffy stuff on my face. Whatever it is. Gradually, I open my eyes, and I'm face to face with a white feline. It brings out its tongue to lick my nose before purring with pleasure. 

Last time I checked, we didn't have a cat. 

"Whiskers! There you are." I hear footsteps approach my bed as Mabel carries the feline off my face. "Sorry. I thought I left her downstairs." 

I ask the obvious question. "When did we get a cat?" 

"Last night. I found her outside beside our waste bin. She seemed so lost. Is it okay if I keep her?"

I ease out of my bed. "Just make s