I chuckle, shaking my head at the spunk of this woman. The fact that she’s still texting me means I haven’t completely turned her away, and my body relaxes at the thought.
My phone buzzes, this time with a text from Moxie, and though I want to ignore him, the preview of the text piques my curiosity too much.
Moxie:
I’m glad you hired Savannah, but at the risk of you biting my head off again, I feel the need to remind you that you joined the dating ban. Stop smiling at her texts unless you want to lose andgive yourself a reason to be grumpier than you already are.
The dating ban. Since the twenty bucks are pulled out of our weekly paychecks—it’s all very official, this bet—I almost forgot about the whole thing. I originally agreed because it was an easy win, and also because I hoped it would give Bean a kick in the pants when it comes to focusing on the game instead of outside distractions. That clearly hasn’t worked so far.
But I have no reason not to stick with the bet now that I’m in it.
Dating is lower on my list than making friends.
Even if Savannah intrigues me.
I send off a quick text to Moxie, warning him that I fully intend to make off with the pot at the end of the season, and then I return to my conversation with Savannah.
Logan:
This is me nicely reminding you that I asked if you could add road food to my weekly order.
But don’t feel like you have to answer tonight. I don’t want to keep you from doing whatever you’re doing.
I groan as soon as I hit send on that unnecessary second message. I sound ridiculous.
But then Savannah’s response knocks a laugh out of me.
Savannah:
Keeping my cat in a headlock with my legs because he keeps trying to steal my phone again? How kind of you.
But seriously, he won’t leave me alone. Can we talk about what kind of food you want to add when you come over on Monday?
She still wants me to go to her flat. She’s not afraid of me, and she thinks it’s sweet that I love my parents, and I have something to do on Monday morning to fill the endless monotony of my alone time, even if that something is hanging out with her monstrous cat while I pretend I don’t enjoy watching her work.
Maybe Moxie isn’t entirely off base.
I need to be careful.
Sending off an agreement to talk on Monday, I turn off the lights and settle in to sleep, though it doesn’t come for a while. My thoughts are too busy spinning, searching for a way to do as Moxie asked and be better. It shouldn’t be this hard, and I have no idea how to mold my suggestions into something helpful.
But I have to try.
Fur-Ever Homes Forum
Forum Thread:Can cats fall in love with humans?
@SavvySav:
So I know cats can be super affectionate with their owners and have a favorite human. That’s not what I’m asking. Do they ever literally fall in love with people? My Maine Coon, Beef, is OBSESSED with one of my clients. He mopes around the house all week until the next time my client shows up, and then he’s back to his happy troublemaker self for a day or two before he’s mopey again. This feels like love, right? And he’s heartbroken whenever my client isn’t around? I don’t know what to do because my client will only be contracted with me for a few months before he leaves the country, and I don’t know if I have the strength to watch my cat die of a broken heart when my client is gone.What should I do?
@drgarrettvet:
Cats are pretty resilient, so he might mope for a while after your client is gone, but he’ll make it through. Keep showing him lots of love so he knows he has someone in his corner!
@cleoclaws:
If he’s really in love, you could let your client take him home. Happy cats are better than dead ones.
