Carrie laughed. “Okay, I’ll fill it back up with water that doesn’t taste like kitten.” She unplugged it and took it back to the restaurant.
“Looks like someone got their own bed and food,” Saav observed.
“Woooo, nice blanket, Belle,” smiled Pook, touching it with a paw.
Belle sat up proudly. “It’s just like Bart’s.”
“I like your mouse,” Saav said, purring at a stuffed yellow mouse. “Maybe soon you can come over to our house and play with all my stuffed animals.”
“Oh, can I?”
“Sure,” said Pook. “And you can see my rock and crystals collection.”
“What’s crystals?” asked Belle.
Saav nosed toward a display of windchimes and suncatchers with quartz and amethyst accents. “See the pink and purple rock-looking things hanging on the strings?”
“Yes, those are pretty,” Belle said.
“Those are crystals, and Pook has a bunch of them in different colors,” Saav explained to the kitten.
“Wow, I’d like to see those too.”
“You will,” Saav promised her.
Pook looked over at the plates. “Dang, who ate the veggies?”
“I did,” Belle replied.
Pook and Saav looked from Belle to Bart. He shrugged.
“I keep telling her she’s a carnivore. It’s not my fault,” he defended himself.
“I like those,” Belle said. “They’re good.”
“Hmmmm. Maybe it’s something you’ll outgrow,” Saav suggested.
Carrie brought the water fountain back out. “Here we go. It’s all clean.” She plugged it back in.
Bart went over and drank out of it. “Hey, that’s good.”
Belle approached cautiously, and sipped a little. “Yeah, that’s real nice.”
Pook and Saav joined them at the fountain and tried it.
“I like that,” said Pook.
“Maybe we can talk Mom into getting us one of these,” said Saav.
The shop was open now, and Carrie pulled back the curtains and set out the sign. The cats made themselves comfortable in the windowsills, looking out at the grey morning. They heard Ralph rustling around in the restaurant next door, and kept their ears trained toward the back for his call to come get their plates.
“Looks like someone got their own bed and food,” Saav observed.
“Woooo, nice blanket, Belle,” smiled Pook, touching it with a paw.
Belle sat up proudly. “It’s just like Bart’s.”
“I like your mouse,” Saav said, purring at a stuffed yellow mouse. “Maybe soon you can come over to our house and play with all my stuffed animals.”
“Oh, can I?”
“Sure,” said Pook. “And you can see my rock and crystals collection.”
“What’s crystals?” asked Belle.
Saav nosed toward a display of windchimes and suncatchers with quartz and amethyst accents. “See the pink and purple rock-looking things hanging on the strings?”
“Yes, those are pretty,” Belle said.
“Those are crystals, and Pook has a bunch of them in different colors,” Saav explained to the kitten.
“Wow, I’d like to see those too.”
“You will,” Saav promised her.
Pook looked over at the plates. “Dang, who ate the veggies?”
“I did,” Belle replied.
Pook and Saav looked from Belle to Bart. He shrugged.
“I keep telling her she’s a carnivore. It’s not my fault,” he defended himself.
“I like those,” Belle said. “They’re good.”
“Hmmmm. Maybe it’s something you’ll outgrow,” Saav suggested.
Carrie brought the water fountain back out. “Here we go. It’s all clean.” She plugged it back in.
Bart went over and drank out of it. “Hey, that’s good.”
Belle approached cautiously, and sipped a little. “Yeah, that’s real nice.”
Pook and Saav joined them at the fountain and tried it.
“I like that,” said Pook.
“Maybe we can talk Mom into getting us one of these,” said Saav.
The shop was open now, and Carrie pulled back the curtains and set out the sign. The cats made themselves comfortable in the windowsills, looking out at the grey morning. They heard Ralph rustling around in the restaurant next door, and kept their ears trained toward the back for his call to come get their plates.