Epilogue/Chapter 8

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Harry kisses the top of my head. I sigh contentedly. We have been dating for five months, and i can easily say that they have been the best five months of my kitty life.

Today, we are at the beach on vacation. I sit in Harry's lap. We are sitting on the balcony of the beach house, on a lounge chair.

"Yogurt? Can I ask you something?" I turn around and nod my kitty head. He smiles because he loves me so much and strokes my head again before answering. "I love you."

I purr, although I already know this. He swallows. I climb up to lick his neck. Then, he takes a deep breath and starts again. The sun glints off of his sunglasses and that's the last thing I notice about them before he takes them off. He hoists me up so I am staring him straight in the eyes.

"I love you. So, so much. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?" I make a squeaking noise and then lick his face all over. He laughs and we kiss. Everything is perfect. I am going to marry the man of my dreams. He digs out a collar from his pocket. A ring dangles from the place where the tags are supposed to go. I bow my head so that he can put the collar on my. I feel entirely loved.

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Today is the day of our wedding. I know how a lot of brides usually feel nervous before marriage, but I am only excited. I can't wait.

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I walk out onto the aisle and pad down the aisle to my man. His smile goes from ear to ear and I want to smile but I am a cat so I cannot. He looks so handsome in that suit, I just want to run over to him and tear those clothes off of him with my teeth and then... Well, you know. When I finally get to the end of the aisle, I am beyond happy.

- (skip beginning part of ceremony)

"Harold Edward Styles, do you take Yogurt as your lawfully wedded wife?" the marriage dude asks. "I do," he answers, tears forming in his eyes. Gosh, I love him. "Yogurt, do you take Harold Edward Styles as your lawfully wedded husband?" I purr and nod. The marriage dude smiles. "You may kiss your wife. Your bride." And so we do kiss, and it's wonderful. My dreams have come true.

END OF THE FIRST BOOK.

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