Gemotions

The phone vibrated in Emily's hand, a message from her mother. "Did you convince him yet?" it read. Emily grinned. Yes, she had.

She walked towards the kitchen, a spring in her step. John's initial resistance had been predictable, predictable and flimsy. He hated loud noises and messes, and the idea of a fluffy, purring companion had turned his stomach.

Emily pulled out a bag of catnip from the cabinet. "You'll see," she murmured to herself.

She had her plan in place. Soft toys, a cozy bed, and lots of treats. John wouldn't stand a chance. She felt an exhilarating rush of something akin to victory. The apartment would finally have some warmth.