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a_littlefaith) wrote2014-12-25 08:40 am
a_littlefaith) wrote2014-12-25 08:40 am
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[December 25]
She's made special arrangements with the shelter to pick up the kitten on Christmas morning. They've been very nice to her this whole time, helping her every single time she shows up at the shelter, letting her hold kittens, letting her pet them and play with them until she settles on a little female kitten, black with big yellow eyes. She's sweet and she's vocal, meowing loudly every time Beth comes in to see her, and she's sure Daryl is going to love her.
So bit by bit, she's bought the necessary supplies for having a kitten. In the closet of the bedroom she barely uses anymore she's hidden a litter box and litter, food and bowls, a little scratching post, some toys. And a cat carrier with a soft blanket and a t-shirt of Daryl's that she snagged from the hamper earlier in the week because she'd read somewhere that giving the kitten something that smells like their new owner is a good way to introduce them and help then bond.
She's set an alarm, but she doesn't need it. She wakes up long before the sun rises, then forces herself to lie in bed for ten more minutes, making sure Daryl is asleep before she slips out from under the covers. Even though she doesn't want to wake him, she can't help but brush a soft kiss against his cheek after she's dressed. She leaves the apartment carefully and quietly, then walks to the shelter, the empty carrier in her hand.
When she gets back home less than half an hour later, the little black kitten is curled in a corner of her carrier and Daryl is still asleep. She grins, creeping back into the room, then sets the carrier very gently on the edge of the bed and opens the door.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually the kitten creeps out, treading lightly on the sheets and Beth has to muffle her laughter against her hand as she slides back into the bed beside Daryl, fully dressed this time. The kitten hesitates, then treads across Daryl's chest, walking straight toward his face.
So bit by bit, she's bought the necessary supplies for having a kitten. In the closet of the bedroom she barely uses anymore she's hidden a litter box and litter, food and bowls, a little scratching post, some toys. And a cat carrier with a soft blanket and a t-shirt of Daryl's that she snagged from the hamper earlier in the week because she'd read somewhere that giving the kitten something that smells like their new owner is a good way to introduce them and help then bond.
She's set an alarm, but she doesn't need it. She wakes up long before the sun rises, then forces herself to lie in bed for ten more minutes, making sure Daryl is asleep before she slips out from under the covers. Even though she doesn't want to wake him, she can't help but brush a soft kiss against his cheek after she's dressed. She leaves the apartment carefully and quietly, then walks to the shelter, the empty carrier in her hand.
When she gets back home less than half an hour later, the little black kitten is curled in a corner of her carrier and Daryl is still asleep. She grins, creeping back into the room, then sets the carrier very gently on the edge of the bed and opens the door.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually the kitten creeps out, treading lightly on the sheets and Beth has to muffle her laughter against her hand as she slides back into the bed beside Daryl, fully dressed this time. The kitten hesitates, then treads across Daryl's chest, walking straight toward his face.
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He doesn't know if that's quite what this is, but he likes the thought that maybe he's made her feel even sort of that way.
"My girl," he whispers against her temple, and it's one of those times where the words are actually easy. "I love you so much."