Gemotions

The instant Marco saw the adoption flyer taped to the coffee shop window, his entire body vibrated. He bounced on the balls of his feet, his fingers drumming a rapid tattoo on the glass. A tiny, fluffy Persian cat with wide, emerald eyes gazed back at him. “Oh, come on, Leo!” he practically sang, turning towards his roommate. “Think of the joy! The cuddles!”

Leo, ever the pragmatist, was meticulously organizing his receipts. He didn’t even glance up. "We talked about this, Marco. The apartment is small, I'm allergic, and we already struggle to keep the place tidy."

Marco grinned, his eyes sparkling. "But imagine! Tiny floofballs of happiness! We'll name him Sir Reginald Fluffington the Third!" He practically did a little jig, then pretended to trip dramatically, catching himself on the edge of the table.