Seizing Freedom

Tyler

I knew the minute I seen Mike sitting on the couch with a cat that it wasn't going to the SPCA. He has a thing for strays, it doesn't really surprise me that he would bring one home.

What does surprise me is that it took six months.

I'm not complaining. It makes him happy and seeing him laugh when it does something stupid is worth the amount of hair it leaves behind everywhere it goes.

He told me he was going to take it to the vet after classes, I just hope the damn thing isn't sick now. I would hate for him to fall in love with a cat only for it to drop dead.

I spent the morning filling all the online orders for the week and getting them ready to ship out on our way to lunch. There was a lot and It took all morning to get them finished. The shops been busy and even the orders that come every Tuesday have been getting bigger and bigger. I worked on labeling containers and stocking shelves most of the afternoon. There's always enough to do to keep me busy.

After work when I get home Mike's playing with the cat and his laugh makes me smile as I walk into the living room.

"What did the vet say?" I ask leaning against the arm of the couch.

"He said the cat's fine aside from a slight respiratory infection. She's on antibiotics for a few days for it." he states looking up from playing with Louise.

"What about her head?" I ask tilting my head to the side.

"He said it's probably an injury from birth or some kind of neurological damage but it isn't affecting her in any way other than how it looks." he shrugs.

"I guess we just have a kinky cat." I laugh and he smiles.

Friday at work the shop was insane. The guys couldn't keep up with the rush of customers and Eddie made me work up front.

I hate working up front and hate it even more when it's crazy busy. All the people talking at once makes my head spin. I try to focus on whoever I'm helping at the time but sometimes it gets hard, more so if their a soft talker or talk really fast. For the most part I did okay all morning, spaced out a couple times but it didn't last long and no one really seemed to notice much.

After lunch I thought, or more hoped, it would settle down a bit but it didn't. The shop was just as busy as it had been all morning. I had taken some Tylenol at lunch for my head but it didn't do a whole lot.

Between the noise in the shop and the fact that its been five days it was pounding.

I tried to listen to the guy that I was serving but his voice started to fade away at the same time as my eyes got blurry. I excused myself and tried not to sound too much like a bumbling drunk despite not being able to feel my tongue.

Maybe that's why I bite the damn thing so much.