Falling for You
Malcom lifts his head when I lean over to put my plate on the coffee table, turns his yellow eyes on me and gives me a slow blink, as if I'm really messing with his night.
"See? He's such an asshole."
"Aren't most cats?"
"Well, yeah, but he's exceptional."
I rub his head and he begins to purr again, nestling his soft head into my hand.
"Hmm. I don't know. He seems alright to me," I croon to him, looking at Chloe out of the corner of my eye.