Tony held Bagel. The cat rubbed his head against Tony’s goatee. “I guess we have our kids picked out,” he said.
She stroked Cream. “I don’t have the heart to change their names.”
“Neither do I,” he agreed.
While the shelter workers filled out all the adoption paperwork for them, Tony went out to the car and retrieved the two new cat carriers they’d purchased earlier that week. An hour later, their two cats were busy exploring their new home, including the six-foot-tall cat tree, complete with assorted scratching posts, ledges, and boxes, that now sat in front of a window in the living room.
“They aren’t allowed in the playroom, pet. Remember that.”
“Yes, Sir.” She threw her arms around him and hugged him. “Thank you, Sir.”
He slid her sundress up over her ass and patted her bare rump. “You might not be thanking me later. Let’s go meet up with Seth and Leah.”
She let her hand rest on his thigh as he drove. He laced his fingers through hers. “Whatcha’ thinkin’, pet?”
She smiled. “That considering how dominant cats are by their nature, I think you just got nonconsensually relegated to the role of a switch.”
His laughter roared through the car.
THE END
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