The second Kloss-sister

4. Texting

Sorry for not updating yesterday. I kind of forgot about it....I'm sorry.

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It was the third time in about an hour that Taylor pressed the little button at the side of her, with cat stickers decorated, phone only to face the emptiness of her lockscreen picture, that showed no one else than her own cat, Olivia Benson. You could say she was quite obsessed with those little fury animals, with whiskers and tiny triangular ears. After all she herself did not only own one, but a total of two of them. She had even considered getting a third one, but then came to the conclusion that owning three cats was a little too close to being a crazy cat lady.

And apart from that, her parents would probably not have been amused with this idea, it was already hard enough to just convince them into buying Olivia, especially since her oldest cat, Meredith Grey, started becoming a grumpy teenager that for some reason decided from one day to the other to simply hate every human she would ever meet.

Well, Taylor corrected herself, every human she would ever meet except for Cara Delivingne, who was holding the scottish fold in both of her arms, petting it softly. It caused Meredith to purr, a sound Taylor hadn't hear in months, if not years. Everytime the american wanted to pet her, the cat stormed away or gave her a painful scratch with her claws. Taylor was sure that one day she would find a scar on her arms from one of those incidents.

"Aww why didn't you tell me about how cute your cats were sooner?", Cara asked, her eyes still focused on Meredith. "Look at those innocent little eyes."

Taylor could only shake her head at this statement, the grey cat had been everything but "innocent". There was a reason why their house had no curtains and it certainly wasn't called Olivia.

But to be honest, the american was quite happy about her cat being so nice to the model in front of her. She was always nervous about people coming to her house for the first time, being afraid of seeming boring to them. It was a huge challenge, especially for someone like Taylor, who was always a little overwhelmed when it came to the topic of social interactions. Luckily Meredith managed to pull the attention a little away from the girl, which Cara seemed to everything but mind.

The Brit had announced to come over at Taylor's for two reasons.

1. She had promised to help her friend catch up with English, which Taylor was luckily quite decent at, so that wouldn't be hard in any way. Just a little explaining of what she had to know in order to perfectly understand the following lessons.

2. Eventually Cara had somehow found out about the topic of Taylor's and Karlie's conversation yesterday (this eventually meant continuously repeating the same questions all over again until Taylor was annoyed enough to share their answers with her) and since the american wasn't talented at hiding her feelings, Cara became aware of her worries quite quickly, resulting in something she liked to call "Operation Keep Taylor Sane" or short OKTS, which concluded in todays meeting.

Actually it was mostly the second reason.

"I am so gonna take this ball of fluff with me.", the Brit suddenly warned, still not taking her eyes off the cat rolled up in her arms.

Taylor smiled at that statement. "Have fun putting her in a cat carrier." It was a challenge she had never been able to master. Meredith always somehow managed to stretch her short legs far enough to somehow either get hold of something she could hold on to or, even worse, Taylors arms. Long story short, she now had an unused cat carrier, slowly getting dusty in her basement.

"Cat carriers are for pussies.", Cara shot back.

Tayor raised her eyebrows. "So how do you plan to transport her to your home then?"