Gemotions

Sarah bounced on the balls of her feet, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "Just *imagine*," she breathed, her voice a little breathless, "A tiny tabby, curled up on the couch! We could name him Captain Fluffernutter!" She shot a glance at Liam, her eyes wide and pleading. The apartment suddenly felt too quiet, too empty.

Liam, however, was already shaking his head. "Sarah, we talked about this. Pets are a commitment." He gestured around the apartment. "This place is small enough as it is."

She ignored his objections, already picturing herself scooping up kibble and cleaning a litter box. The thought filled her with a thrilling sensation. "We could get one of those automatic litter boxes! And a little scratching post shaped like a pirate ship!" The idea brought a smile to her face.