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Can't hug every cat.
Jason has just punched out of his shift and is walking towards the exit to head home when he catches sight of the newest addition to the adoption center. His heart pounds in his chest, which feels like it might sink from the weight of how helpless the kitten looks.
The kitten mews.
The next thing Jason knows, he's filling out paperwork and handing over a portion of the paycheck he just recently cashed; he's receiving one of their special discount booklets for customers adopting new pets, and he's holding a carrier with the most precious cargo inside.
He makes his way back through the store, his managers and coworkers trying hard not to laugh at him and failing. He grabs everything he thinks he needs, making a mental note to make an appointment with the vet as soon as possible. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks he should call or text Peter. But he isn't exactly thinking rationally at the moment; the cat, a female without a name yet, is mewing at him from the carrier and his other arm aches carrying the rest of what he needs.
He checks out and makes it home without any complications, other than several people asking to see his new kitten, which he happily obliges.
He pauses in front of his own door, the reality of what he's just done hitting him at last.
"Shit," he tells his new companion, as he turns the door and nudges his way inside.
The kitten mews.
The next thing Jason knows, he's filling out paperwork and handing over a portion of the paycheck he just recently cashed; he's receiving one of their special discount booklets for customers adopting new pets, and he's holding a carrier with the most precious cargo inside.
He makes his way back through the store, his managers and coworkers trying hard not to laugh at him and failing. He grabs everything he thinks he needs, making a mental note to make an appointment with the vet as soon as possible. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks he should call or text Peter. But he isn't exactly thinking rationally at the moment; the cat, a female without a name yet, is mewing at him from the carrier and his other arm aches carrying the rest of what he needs.
He checks out and makes it home without any complications, other than several people asking to see his new kitten, which he happily obliges.
He pauses in front of his own door, the reality of what he's just done hitting him at last.
"Shit," he tells his new companion, as he turns the door and nudges his way inside.