Kittie Tales

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-three: Not So Passionate Expressions..

Do you want the good news first or the bad news? Cos I have a lot of it to spare right now.

I'm so livid.

I'll just go ahead and tell you the bad news first because that's the one that concerns me the most.

Roxanne Dumonte went out and got a dog.

Yes, you heard right. A dog!

A freaking animal. And she gave it a name.

What's it called again?

Whatever.

Don't look at me like that, I know you're thinking, 'Well, aren't you also an animal?'

No! I prefer to think of myself as a majestic creature.

Animal sounds so offensive.

Yes, that's why I'm using it for the thing she adopted and brought home.

Hey! Do you want to know the excuse she gave me for getting the 'it' or not? Cos I'm at my wits end here..

She said she went on a date spree with Juan and one of the places they visited was an animal shelter, to look around and rub knees with the animals.

Who the hell goes to an animal shelter on a date?! Is that how you humans do it?

Back in the days when we go on dates, we used to — Anyway, I'm not going to bore you, or interest you with the details.

And then, Roxanne found Kyla, and she knew she would make a good home partner for me, and also a great addition to the family. So, she adopted her.

Who in everything that's crappy asked her to do that? Did I ask for a sibling or a playmate to keep me from being bored in the house? Did I say I was bored in the house? Why do they think they can make decisions for me and I'd just have to roll with it?

I've had it up to the top of my whiskers, and I'm not rolling with this one. You'll see.

I'm so mad, I'm not even going to share the good news anymore..

Go to hell, all of you!

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Alessandra

"Oh my! What in the world is wrong with you?!", I shrieked quietly, as best as I could in a low tone without drawing too much attention from the crowd around us.

Thank God the music was loud enough, and the people were too immersed in their fake conversations to bother about the exclamations of an inadequately dressed social climber.

Pathetic, I know..

In David's right palm were the broken shards of the fragile champagne flute he had previously been sipping from and from which he'd being sending deathly glares at his rival. He had unknowingly crushed the freaking glass into pieces with anger and his hand was bleeding profusely. It took my vehement vociferation to make him aware of what he had done to himself.

Without thinking, I grabbed my expensive handkerchief from my expensive clutch purse and quickly tied the hand up before he gets the crimson liquid all over my black dress that was quite a fortune, his expensive suit or the marvellously polished marble floor. He surprisingly didn't flinch when I tightened the knot. I had hoped it would hurt him a bit more for 'cutting' short my flirtatious escapades. Only God knows when next I get to flutter my eyelashes at a good-looking billionaire.