Two Girls And A Cat

Chapter 10: Jamie

It was a regular Saturday night with Sadie and I. We were going to go on a date, and it was her turn to plan it. She wouldn't tell me where we were going, just that I needed a bathing suit, a towel, and sunglasses. I thought perhaps we were going swimming, but immediately ruled out water park, because she hates the water park.
So I got home, and I'm ready to get ready, and check my mail. I have a letter from my landlord. An eviction notice. Three days? That's incredibly short for a final notice. Maybe the first letter got lost in the mail? All I knew was, I had no idea where I was going to go in three days when I had to leave.
So I did the first thing I could think of. I started crying.
And then, I did the next thing I could think of. I gathered my stuff and drove to Sadie's house, tears still streaming heavily down my face.
Sadie lived in a small studio apartment with only two rooms, so we tried not to plan any dates there or spend much time there, unless it was going to be a small thing, like ordering in and watching a movie in her bed or on her couch. But today, I felt as though we weren't going to be headed very far.
Turns out, I was wrong. We had a fun water park date, and the next day, I moved my stuff to her house (everything I needed, of course; so, not my bed (which I put up for sale online)). There was so little space, that I put everything in assorted piles and sat in the middle of them. I was very frustrated. There was no room to put anything, and when Sadie came home she smiled at this. I couldn't help but smile back, and with her help, we got everything sorted. Lots of stuff went up for sale, stuff she already owned, or stuff we decided I didn't really need.
So, it was great. I now lived with the prettiest girl I had ever feasted my eyes upon.
After a few months of living together, the perfection of it kind of began to wear off. The apartment seemed to get smaller and smaller, but with hairstylist and CD store jobs, we couldn't afford anything else. So I would have to deal with it until we had enough saved up to get a better place.

It was on our five month anniversary that Sadie and I went to a LGBT+ Pride event, one of the many we had gone to together. But this one was special, not only because of our anniversary, but also because of what we found.
About halfway through the event, we heard a hissing noise from around the corner. When we looked to see what it was, it was a kitten, trying to fend off a rat for some food. Immediately, I gave in, and rescued her. She was the prettiest calico you'd have ever met, with half a black face, half a tan face, and the rest scattered all over. I fell in love with her faster than I fell in love with Sadie. "Sadie, dear, can we keep her?" I asked, "Please?"
After some reluctance, she sighed, and gave in. "Fine—IF we can't find her owner. We can take her in and put up posters. After a month, if no one claims her, we'll take her. But no naming her; that's how you get attached."
I smiled devilishly. "You sound like my mother. And... What if I already named her?"
Sadie smiled, flashing me her classic "I love you but you're a pain in the ass" look. "And what does this name happen to be?"
"Pride," I said, and the kitten meowed, as if approving.