Gemotions

The cat conversation had been short and unpleasant. Now, the apartment felt like a pressure cooker. Ben’s chest felt tight.

He moved about, his steps careful, silent. His eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, checking for any indication of a feline presence. He was anticipating the inevitable betrayal.

He stood in front of the window, peering out at the street below. He was waiting.

He found it. A new scratching post. A new toy. A cat bed. Across the living room. His stomach plummeted.