In theory, this is an excellent idea.
Transporting a mother cat and her kittens to a foster mom is something I fully support. Furs and Purrs has enough resources that other counties are reaching out to them for help when their own rescues are too full.
Me coming along for the ride with Maeve, Ivan, and now Maeve’s guitar teacher is probably not the best idea.
But Maeve wanted me to go, and here I am, doing it.
Stella joins her brother, tilting her head at me, and I sigh.
“I don’t even know if we’re friends,” I tell her, and the cat responds with a chirp.
It’s awful.
Maeve must know I can’t tell her no, especially since she literally dragged me from my booth at the restaurant the other week to sit with her.
Ever since that hug, I can’t get her scent out of my mind.
I can’t even drink chamomile tea anymore—it reminds me too much of her, and makes my cock stir in my pants.
And because I don’t want to get hard from drinking a tea that reminds me of an Omega, I’ve switched to a lavender flavor.
It tastes awful, but at least it doesn’t remind me of Maeve.
“I’m fine,” I tell myself in the mirror, taking in my outfit.
Light jeans and a grey v neck sweater, something more casual than I’ve ever worn at the clinic.
Shiny clean white sneakers.
“This is fine,” I repeat again, running a hand through my hair and smoothing out the gold strands. Bits of grey peek through, and I grimace.
What am I doing?
I’m too old for her.
Maeve is sweet, charming, smart, and everything I could want in a partner.
Far too good for me, and besides that, she already has her scent match.
They make a great pair—and now she’s friends with her guitar teacher.
How the hell would I fit in with that?
I lean over the bathroom sink, gripping the counter and exhaling slowly.
Stella nuzzles my wrist and rubs her side against my arm.
“I don’t belong with them,” I tell her sadly. “This is a mistake.”
The nuzzle turns into a sinking of fangs into my skin, and I move my arm away.
“Ow.”
Logically, I guess it makes sense for me to be on the trip.
I’m a veterinarian, and we’re transferring a mother cat and her kittens. They’re not necessarily high risk, but at least I’ll be there with Ivan to help keep an eye on them.
Most of all, Maeve wants me there, but it’s likely just for my credentials.
