You never quite expect to get dumped on Valentine's Day, especially when you're right in front of them with a dozen red roses and an expensive bear from Costco.
Maybe Princeton should've expected the unexpected.
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"I'd give you some cereal but I'm afraid you'll scratch and damage my face, not to sound cocky but I'm pretty good looking." Princeton spoke while chewing a mouthful of Frosted Flakes.
He received no reply and he raised an eyebrow, looking at the box. Every time he did some loud movement or talked the cat always meowed back, but for some apparent reason she decided to not respond the next morning.
"Fuck," he cursed, setting his bowl of cereal in the sink as he walked towards the box. Pausing a couple steps behind it, he pushed the box slightly with his foot. He might dislike the runt but he didn't want it dead. Giving it another nudge, he saw the box move around for a couple seconds and then stop.
"Good enough proof to show me you're alive." He settled. Walking to his room he grabbed his keys and wallet, putting them inside his pocket.
Once back to the living room, he stood in front of the box for a good solid minute. "I really don't want to pick you up." He scratched the back of his head.
Two more minutes passed by and he sighed in defeat. It's not that he was scared of cats, he just didn't get along with them well. Scratch that, he was slightly afraid of them. It brought back memories that he'd rather forget.
He used to love cats with his heart and once when he was eight he happened to come across a stray cat. With a big smile on his face and his walk looking more like skips, he approached the cat and to his surprise the cat didn't run away. It just sat still, watching Princeton with its little dilated eyes.
The smile on Princeton got even wider to the point it hurt and he reached down to pet the cat. The cats wrath unleashed once he did and he spent two hours at the hospital getting his injuries checked.
"Let's get this over with." Princeton grumbled, carefully placing his hands under the box and lifting it up. The cat only moved a bit which relaxed Princeton as he made his way to the door.
Opening it with one hand, he stepped out and shut the door. Struggling to lock it. Once that was done, he was on his way to his car. Giving a smile to any passerby which gave him an odd look.
"You," he pointed at the box, "stay still." He buckled the box to make sure nothing happened to the cat. Starting the car he drove to the only place this cat belonged to.
"Welcome to-" Naia paused once her eyes landed on the box.
"Uh... I'll get Rosemary." She rushed to the back, leaving Princeton standing awkwardly with a moving box in his hands.
"Honey," an old lady from a couple tables away muttered to her husband, "should we call 911?"
