23. Queen Of Tofu

23

QUEEN OF TOFU

The man was singing a happy tune. Heck, he was whistling. Clearly, all her plans to help him become savvier about the fairer sex were working.

As he clambered under the covers with her, she purred, her way of telling him that she was pleased with his progress.

“The cat’s not the only one succumbing to her charms,” he said. “I should probably stop texting her so much, but . . .”

She heard something new in his voice. A touch of hope? Hope for a little something special in his life? He deserved it. She stretched a paw and placed it on his arm, reassuring him.

“What do you think? I mean, it’s crazy. Because it’s only been a short time. But it feels like . . . it feels like there could be something there. Something special.”

She flipped onto her back, wiggling her front paws.

He laughed.

He hadn’t laughed like that in ages. She’d have to do everything she could to make sure he made that sound again.

She had that power, of course. She was a cat.

“You agree, Queen?”

She thumped her tail.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”