Fiction
And Kitty Makes Three (F/F Romance)
A Sapphic romance, a UHAUL, a black cat, and a trip to the vet
Sam looked at the cat. The cat looked at Sam.
It was a black cat, because of course it was, with one little white paw: exactly the kind of cat that a witchy, crystal-collecting bisexual Millennial would pick up off the street and take home to nurture. And it did look a bit like it had been a street cat once-upon-a-time, with a little chunk taken out of one ear. The ear twitched slightly as the cat lowered its gaze suspiciously, back reflexively arched.
Well, shit.
Jo hadn’t mentioned having a cat, but there was still so much they didn’t know about each other yet. Or maybe she had talked about it, and Sam had just zoned out. If Jo had been naked at the time, that was a real possibility. She must have mentioned it. Who moves in with someone without telling you they have a cat?
The cat seemed to decide between one blink and the next that Sam was not a threat, for it shot forward in a black blur and, without hesitation, began rubbing its back against her calves. Taking a careful three steps further into the bedroom, Sam deposited the box she had been carrying onto the dresser.
