Gemotions

Her chest felt light, almost buoyant, as Sarah skipped down the stairs, practically humming. The thought had just popped into her head last night and she knew it was the right decision. This tiny apartment needed life, something that moved and breathed. Inside her mind, she had already named the little ball of fluff.

Mark was hunched over his laptop at the kitchen table, a frown etched on his face. “What’s got you so… energetic?” he asked, glancing up.

"I found the *perfect* kitten," she exclaimed, her voice rising with each word. "A little calico! Big green eyes! It’s at the shelter and I just *know* it's meant to be ours." She clasped her hands together, radiating an almost visible aura of joy.

He rubbed his temples. “Sarah, we talked about this. No pets. Renting, remember? They’re very particular.”

Ignoring his reservations, she continued. “We can make it work! I'll take care of everything. Food, litter box, the works. It'll be great! Just think of it, purrs and cuddles every night." She grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, a plea in her eyes. "Please?"