“You’re welcome, Mrs. Hadlow,” he replied.
“You have a merry Christmas,” she said. “Tell your parents I said the same to them.”
“I will. Merry Christmas to you too.”
She gave me a bright smile before going on her way, and then Deacon held the door for me. I stepped inside, giving him a polite nod. “Why, thank you, kind sir.” He grinned and my heart skipped a beat. “I’ll call you later tonight,” I added.
“Okay.” He closed the door and disappeared down the sidewalk, and I turned around, leaning against the door with a dreamy sigh.
Ro was standing behind the service counter, watching me with a smirk. “I take it that went well.”
I did a little excited wiggle. “Swoony, dreamy, happy?—”
“Okay, Snow White,” she said, waving me in. “You’re blocking the door.”
I laughed as I walked over. “Oh, Ro. I really like him.”
She patted my hand. “I know you do.”
I pulled off my coat and gloves and went to hang them up in the storeroom. Merry and Bright were still sleeping soundly, so I tiptoed outta there and closed the door and got back to work. “Okay, now where was I up to...”
Sunday couldn’t come fast enough.
Yes, work was super busy and I had a whole bunch of admin to take care of and teething problems to adjust to.
And speaking of teething problems, Bright had definitely found his chompers. Little rascal of a thing would try and attack anything that moved, chomping anything he could get his mouth around. Both kittens were growing so well and becoming more active and playful. Which, of course, meant cuter and funnier.
I loved them with my whole entire heart.
They weren’t at all what I’d expected to occupy my time with. When we’d moved here, I had no intention of getting a cat, or any pet for that matter, let alone two very young kittens.
And even though the timing wasn’t great with the new store, and they were an inconvenience at work, I couldn’t imagine my life without them.
Except for the biting and whenever Bright went into gremlin mode.
It was, however, a great excuse to text Deacon.
How do I get a kitten to stop trying to murder me?
I assume you’re referring to Bright.
Correct. He’s a menace.
A cute menace, and a menace I adore, but a menace all the same.
He’ll grow out of it.
Grow out of it? How long must we endure this gremlin mode?
A year, perhaps.
A YEAR???? Nooooooooo
You can get him toys and activities to focus on
Okay, great idea. Will google ideas. Thank youuu!
And sending Deacon pictures of Merry and Bright was also a great excuse to text as well. When they were being extra cute. And short videos of when they were playing and being funny.
