Two Black Cats by Kris Ripper

Author:Kris Ripper [Ripper, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kris Ripper

Chapter Eleven

I sent Hugo an update by email the next morning. It wasn’t a very successful-feeling update, honestly. It was more of an apology for the fact that I hadn’t managed to find a better suspect than Ericsson. He was really nice about it, getting back to me super fast to assure me that it was entirely all right and not to concern myself too much, just to forward on any further information I could discover.

Which made me feel worse.

I moaned and put my head back under the covers, where both kittens were curled up. “It would be better if he fired me,” I told them.

Mulder opened her eyes and surveyed me, then strettttched her front paws in my direction.

“Thanks, kid. I appreciate the support.” I used my thumb to do a whole face-grooming bit I’d read about on the internet, where I basically did all the things a mama cat would have done, but, you know, not with any part of my mouth. (I really liked the kittens. I didn’t like them that much.) Mulder loved my faux-grooming routine, pressing her face into me and closing her eyes so I could brush over them. Awww.

Scully kind of looked over, then did some kind of upside down face maneuver and went back to sleep.

She was so over my whining.

It was getting a bit steamy under the duvet, so after faux-grooming Mulder I braved the world again and turned to the solace of my phone, taking a few just-emerging-from-duvet shots. They ended up being way too real to actually use anywhere so I deleted them, but it’s worth trying.

Okay, actually, taking non-makeup pictures is kind of hard for me because I usually at least want some color on my lips and some mascara before I’m going to post. For contrast. You know. Not vanity or anything. But these were puffy-eyed, sleep-crusted pictures, and nobody needs that kind of realness in their feed.

Or I could start a whole new profile for it: @therealRockyFitz, just me looking super tore up. The captions would be like “Reading work email at five a.m.” and “Was that a crash I just heard or are the kittens watching action movies again?”

That was probably a terrible idea and I really needed to stop thinking about it. Definitely shouldn’t be picturing the grid and trying to come up with a good profile pic concept that would get the point across with the least amount of embarrassment.

It wasn’t actually five a.m. It was closer to seven. I’d flown in the face of the most common cat-feeding advice I’d read and just left a massive amount of kibble in a bowl for them so they wouldn’t wake me up at the crack of not-yet-dawn. Which had worked! Maybe that should be Which had worked: sad face since now I wanted to do it all the time and you’re really not supposed to. Something about over-feeding. Which probably made sense, since if you put a bowl of chips or pretzels or something in front of a human, they’ll probably eat them, even when they’re not hungry.

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