"Fine, I don't care, I'm out of here!" I declared, hands on my hips.
Just then, something furry brushed against my foot.
Looking down, there was Lady.
Those big, shiny eyes and tiny paws gently tugging at my pants.
And her sad look was irresistible.
Three seconds later, I found myself on the couch, playing with Lady until I was out of breath, and she still wasn't done with me.
Meanwhile, Jack was buried in his laptop, handling business.
A stomach rumble loud enough to echo through the living room interrupted us.
Jack glanced over, "See? Should've eaten more. Now you're too wiped out to play with Lady."
He put aside his work and stood up, heading for the kitchen.
Was that a hint of affection in his voice just now?
But I'm just a stand-in, a stand-in for a cat, at that!
I remember bragging to my friends when I first took this gig.
[I'm the stand-in for Jack Ray's ex. She must have been quite something. Here I am, Sophie Morris, honored and all!]
Now, holding Lady as she cuddled up to me, I sighed. This wasn't what I'd signed up for.
With Lady back, the house felt livelier, and I found a new delight: cat-cuddling.