The apartment was neater than she had left it and Val went instantly to the couch, moving aside a few blankets to reveal a bewildered black cat. “Hello, Mo,” she cooed, kissing the cat’s head. She took the cat bed from the couch and a few blankets, looking around thoughtfully. “Should I steal the food bowl?” *** “I just like you a lot!”
She beamed, heading over to the kitchen. “Not that I know of.” *** He grinned as they approached the bleachers, pushing up his glasses. “What a lovely coincidence.”
“I love the way you think,” she said, picking up the food bowls. She glanced up at him. “Anything else you want to take?” *** There was a large splash and a cheer from the bleachers and Arlo laughed. “Come on. Let’s hurry.”
“Besides his dignity? Nah, I’m all good. Want to cut holes in his pants?” *** “Sea dogs,” he agreed, squeezing her hand.
“Are you sure?” *** The seals emerged from the water in a stunning leap as they approached, their kin shiny and smooth.
“Are you sure?” *** The seals emerged from the water in a stunning leap as they approached, their skin shiny and smooth.
She sighed before kissing the cat’s head. “It’s fine. Let’s just leave.” *** “Sea dog,” he replied, pulling her towards the seats. “Keep an eye out for any possible way to steal one.”
“Right,” she said, heading to the door. “Your place next.” *** They sat down and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"They like seeing the outside,' he said. "But not being in it." *** She smiled slightly, leaning into him.
“Oh, so they’re wimpy cats?” *** The seals jumped into the air again and Arlo gasped, his eyes bright.
