Slumber Party Soiree
Kit arrived at Shellyâs house with two bags over one shoulder: one full of his things and the other with Catsbyâs things, as well as Catsbyâs carrier in his other hand. He hoped Shelly was serious about him bringing Catsby because he sure as hell was. The girlâs house was nicer than his apartment, which, you know, wasnât hard to be, but he digressed. Fist raised to knock on the otherâs door, it occurred to him all of a sudden that it had been a while since heâd slept over at a friendâs house. So long, in fact, he couldnât really remember the last time that he had. What if he said something weird or off-putting somehow? What if while sleeping he accidentally let something slip about his extracurricular activities?
He was snapped from his train of thought at hearing a familiar, tiny meow and lifted the pink critter carrier to look his beautiful daughter in the cute face and smiled at her. âYouâre the best,â was all he said.
From there, he knocked on the front door without hesitation.
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