She chuckled lightly. “You sure are a friendly one.” She opened another can, and drained the liquid into his dish. She made herself a sandwich and plopped on the couch, turning on the television. A sigh and she was stretching, munching on the sandwich contentedly.
“God damn.. today was rough, Raliegh. They were rough and almost violent.” She pulled her tee shirt off, revealing her sports bra and the mottled bruising on her arm.
“At least we made a new friend, hm?”
A new friend? Yes, Joscelyn liked that. New friends were always good. Joss absently kept half his attention on Sam’s conversation with her dog as he devoured the fish like he hadn’t eaten all day. Which he hadn’t. He’d been working, and somewhere along the line he remembered to have coffee but not food, and then he’d decided companionship and attention first.
His stomach satiated, he sauntered over to nonchalantly hop up next to Sam, and without even a questioning glance, tread very precisely, a paw at a time, across each leg, kneading without claws as he circled once, twice, three times, and made himself quite at home on her lap. He even leaned back against her abdomen without a qualm as he started purring. Ladies weren’t his type for romance or sex, so he didn’t even consider how ordinarily, he was a toned man in the range of 6’ tall. Right now, he was a warm, 16 lbs. cat. Claiming attention as was a cat’s due.
Raliegh yipped and hopped up on the couch, laying her head on the other side of the cat on Sam’s knee. A rattled breath and Sam let her head fall back, tears on her face as she pet the animals.
“It was almost too much for me, girl.. He got so angry and I wasn’t able to dodge all the punches before I could get him calmed down. I’m gonna have a black eye for sure tomorrow.” She swallowed hard. “I’ve not had one get like that on me for a while.. It scared me honestly.. Mason is a good head taller than me, and twice my weight, easy…”
