Cats, Books, and Stores
Finding myself rather at loose ends after my weekly shopping was done I commenced to wander the plaza while I waited for my frozen treat to melt. Habit and instinct drew my feet towards the bookstore that had just opened its doors but I did not have the cash to make a purchase and was debating weather or not to go in and face the temptation of row upon row of pre-loved knowledge. As I ambled past however I glanced inside and spotted a moving ball of fluff trying to get my attention. I obeyed the silent order and opened the large glass doors to be greeted by a large, orange Maine Coon. I did my usual check for vashta nerada but the cat was rubbing against me in the most demanding manner so I experimentally began to scratch in all the usual places. A bit of trial and error revealed that the cat was in desperate need of forehead scritches so I obliged him until he relaxed and wandered off to his cat tree. I bid the owner goodbye and wandered on. The next store over was a pet shop and to my surprise I was likewise accosted through the glass and a demand was placed on me for head scritches. However this business seemed to have no proprietor other than a (short-haired) feline, so I made my goodbyes to him and ambled back to the frozen treat I had left thawing in my car.
Betty Adams is an up and coming author with a bent for science and Sci-fi.