That’s a big no. Then again, my cat is the size of a small dog and I swear he has the energy of one too. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s a cat/coyote hybrid or something.
@tabbylove:
Cats are super resilient, so unless he’s bleeding or missing a limb, he’s probably fine. I’d only go to the vet if it’s an actual emergency.
@SavvySav:
EVERYTHING has constituted an emergency so far. But I’ll try not to jump to worst case scenarios. Otherwise, this cat is going to bankrupt me, and that’s the last thing I need right now.
@catmom92:
Stay strong! He’ll make it worth it eventually!
@drgarrettvet:
I’m positive your veterinarian is loving you right now . I always tell my clients that your peace of mind is important, but you’ll know when your cat is truly hurt because they will hide from you. Sounds like you just have an extremely intelligent feline.
@NicoleandCocoa25:
Or you could just accept that some pets are chaos in a fur coat and lean into it.
@callum&fergie:
Says the girl whose dog peed on her NBA neighbor’s shoes. LOL.
@NicoleandCocoa25:
Hey, that was ONE TIME. And for the record, we have a dog training session in ten minutes. Pray for me.
Chapter Fourteen
Nicole
“Okay, Cocoa.” I meet my little terrier’s eyes. “Pleasedon’t make me look bad in front of Dom today. We need his help.”
His tail slaps the ground, and he tilts his head up at me as ifI’mthe crazy one in our duo. I scan the apartment courtyard, where Dom told me to meet up with him.
And he’s nowhere to be found.
The only person here is a woman I don’t recognize doing yoga in the corner, under the shade of one of the trees. I wipe my sweaty, nervous hands on my faded jeans and then take a seat with Cocoa on one ofthe benches.
I glance at my phone. I’m exactly seven minutes early.
He’s just not here yet. I can wait.
Cocoa sniffs a discarded vitamin water bottle, drags it beneath the bench, and immediately starts disassembling the cap with his teeth.
I guess that’s one way to floss.
I rest against the wood, which is warm against my back. The breeze is nice, though. And if I close my eyes, I can pretend that I’m living my best Los Angeles life and not about to be humiliated by my rescue terrier and my neighbor, who is pretty much the hottest guy around.
I’d just obviously never tellhimthat. I wouldn’t even know how. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend, and that was my freshman year of college. I’m not even sure he liked me. I think he just liked my dad’s wallet.
I frown at that.Reason one thousand to figure my life out.
Cocoa senses weakness and takes the opportunity to leap onto the bench, planting both paws in my lap and staring directly into my soul, his little brown eyes full of emotion.
“Don’t even,” I warn. “You’re the reason we’re here.”
