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“I literally barely looked at him.” “He doesn’t like to be judged,” she told me. I turned away and went to my feed, but was on my feet a second later. One of my friends had messaged me, telling me to go look at the Cunning Ham’s Tiktok. What I found there had me boiling mad. “What the hell?” “Rae! Pinky hates profanity.” Mom’s cat was on his feet on her lap, his ears back. “Apologize.” I rolled my eyes, another thing Pinky didn’t appreciate. “Sorry Pinky.”

His blue eyes met with hers halfway. “Well if it isn’t Mr. Grouchy.” She beamed. “Who let the farrel cat in?” He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. His nickname for her was cat because of her name being Caitlynn. His blue orbs were blank, as always. “No one did. The cat let herself in.” Caitlynn replied smoothly. “Swallow any more books and your head is gonna turn square shaped.” Blaise scowled. “In fact I’m starting to see some symptoms.”

The rehearsal had just finished and everyone else was packing up including Catherine who is helping her mother. Lyra shyly approached Catherine and Anita noticed her so she stopped for a moment and so did Catherine. “Lyra! I heard Cath’s taking you home.” Anita said it with a joyful manner making Catherine frown upon her mother’s excitement. “Y-yeah.” Catherine found Lyra cute when she’s a bit shy. Catherine even thought that Lyra looked like one of those anime girls that gets really cute when they blush or get embarrassed.

I ask, expecting her to say like a Maine coon or something, or maybe it is a big fat contented house cat. “A Patger.” She says, and I blink at her word. A Patger? “A what?” I ask her when she pulls out a phone from her cross over purse and holds her phone up and I take it and look at her with a BIG cat. She is smiling at the camera and the large black head with faint orange stripes rests on her shoulder. Bloody hell! “You mean that is your cat?” I ask her in shock and confusion. Melody nods her head.

“Thank you, again. I will get to the bottom of this with his dad but I promise you, this is not how we normally handle our business.” She just brushed it off. “Like I said, things happen. You are here and Nate has been fine here waiting, haven’t you?” “Yep, Miss Kelly showed me the pictures of her cats, Rory. She has two. The black one is named Boots because he has white feet and the gray one is named Thunder cause he’s big and round like a storm cloud.” I had to laugh, relieved he didn’t seem worse for wear. “Those are awesome names. Thank Miss Kelly for staying with you.”

“I like puppies more than cats,” Beauty said as she carried the furry car that had two long white stripes running from the back of its two ears to the tail where they joined as one, making the fail complete white on the top and black underneath. “Them leave my cat alone, you aren't even being true to yourself,” Olivia scoffed as she took a sit beside her and started to pet the other two kittens that had run to her laps. “The cat's for your mother, plus you named this very beautiful cat after me. How could I not pet it when we sure the same name?” Beauty argued back as she hugged the cat closer, her hand still brushing it's fur on the back.

One black cat flicked its tail beneath a lavender bush, staring at the world with the expression of someone who had been disappointed for a very long time. “Kitty.” Issa made a sound I had never heard from a normal human being. Max stepped forward immediately. I caught his collar. He jerked backward. “Mommyyyyy.” “Do not mommyyyyy me.” “The white one is Sofia,” Nathan said. “The gray one is Dante. The black one is Cannoli.” “Cannoli?” I stared at him. “You named a black cat Cannoli?” “He used to bite when he was little. Sweet on the outside, criminal on the inside.”

Fck it. Me: Do you have a preview for me? Kitten: will you be home tomorrow? Me: yes, by dinner time. Everything is settled here. Kitten: good boy She sent a picture with her response and f*ck it was perfect. My two girls on perfect display. It was an image from her neck to just above her stomach, but I could tell she had on lingerie. Black thick straps wrapped around each breast holding those heavy girls high on her chest. Me: f*ck baby. I could come from just staring at my two favorite girls.

Royce gets back in bed, and I smile. “Thanks, babe,” I say. “What can I say? You two come together.” He kisses my cheek softly before he turns back to his phone. He’s frowning at the mark, zooming in. We both stare at the picture of his mark, it's fully black. There’s a double ring circle, with the cat at the centre. It looks like an Abyssinian breed, with tall ears. It’s wearing a necklace-like band just below her neck but as Royce zooms onto the centre of the necklace.

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.