The Lost Cats and Lonely Hearts Club: A heartwarming, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy - not just for cat lovers!. Nic Tatano

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when he’s done with his bottle and for a minute I feel guilty about complaining. The poor little thing has lost its mother and I’ve only lost sleep.

      Hazmat suit. Alcohol. Shower.

       4:20 am: Bad Dream

      Not me, one of the kittens. The colorful one started screaming and shaking. I held him close so he could hear my heartbeat. He calmed down after five minutes. Not sure if kittens have nightmares or if he woke up, couldn’t find his mother and freaked out.

      That feeling is so familiar to me …

       5:44 am: Fourth Feeding/Nature’s Call

      I’m too tired to stand up in the shower so I take a bath. I glance in the box and see them all looking at me.

      “Guys, don’t do that. You’re too damn cute.”

      They keep looking at me.

      “Stop it.”

      They don’t.

      They’re just too cute.

      And something tells me they know it.

       8:01 am: Fifth? Sixth? Who the hell knows. I’ve lost count and can’t focus on the log.

      The sun woke me up this time before the kittens started crying so I’m actually semi-awake while on my third cup of coffee. I can’t help but smile as I look at the kittens huddled together in a ball, fast asleep.

      “Well, guys, we made it. Through the first night, anyway.”

      I can’t believe it, but I actually feel some pride in what I’ve accomplished.

      The fact that I’ve saved four lives gives me a warm feeling.

      Which is good, because the water heater gave up the ghost.

       8:29 am

      I trudge toward the front door to answer the bell. I open it and see my boyfriend’s face immediately drop. “Geez, Madison, you look like hell. You can’t go to the beach party this afternoon looking like that. I thought you were going to get your hair done yesterday? I mean, there are going to be supermodels there.”

      It should be noted that my significant other of the past eight months often has no filter and says things that embarrass me in public. According to my best friends this is a major problem, but one I deem fixable even though he has on occasion made my face match my hair. He also tends to gawk at pretty women when we’re together, even commenting on them, but I’m working on that one as well. Actually, there’s a pretty long to-do list. But as you know, some guys take longer to mature. So let’s go with that. “Thank you, Jeremy. And good morning to you too.” I shake my head as he comes inside.

      My tall, lean boyfriend takes my shoulders, studies my face with his pale blue eyes. “You sick?”

      “Nope. Been up all night.”

      “Well, you can sleep in the car. We’ll find a salon when we get there.” He reaches for the suitcase that I packed days ago and stops. “What’s that noise?”

      I point toward the cardboard box with the kittens. “The reason I was up all night.”

      He walks over to it and takes a look, then runs one hand through his thick, dark hair. “Okay … why do you have a bunch of kittens?”

      “Long story.” I give him the quick recap. “Anyway, they can’t take care of themselves so we’ve gotta take ‘em with us. And stop at a pet store along the way for their groceries.”

      He puts up his hands. “Whoa, hold on a minute. You want to take four orphaned kittens to the Hamptons? And we’ve got to bottle feed them every few hours? Which means getting up in the middle of the night?”

      “No choice. Can’t find anyone else to take them and the vet next door is out of town on his own vacation.”

      He shakes his head. “Madison, I rented a great place and have reservations at some incredible restaurants. The whole week is planned out. We’ve got an invite to the best beach party of the summer in the Hamptons. We can’t take a bunch of cats.”

      I put my hands on my hips. “So, what, we’re gonna just leave ‘em here?”

      He shrugs. “They’re just a bunch of strays that no one would want.”

      Okay, the lack of a filter just crossed the line with the one thing that sets me off. “You do know that I was basically a stray.”

      “What, because you were an abandoned baby and grew up in foster homes? We’re talking about cats, Madison, not people. They would have died anyway if you hadn’t found them.”

      “Are you serious? Leave them here and let them starve to death?”

      “Let nature take its course.”

      A large red flag starts heading up the pole. “I cannot believe you. Are you that cold?”

      “Madison, be serious … we’ve been looking forward to this vacation for months. This is the Hamptons we’re talking about. Think of the celebrities we’ll meet and the accounts I can pick up. C’mon, let’s go. You’ll forget the whole thing once you see the beach.”

      I can’t believe it. My boyfriend is selfish and actually lacking in compassion. Just as my best friends have told me. How did I not see this for myself until now? Because the incredible sex had your rose-colored glasses firmly in place, dumbass. A loud meow distracts me and I turn to look at the box of kittens. Four desperate sets of eyes, filled with hope, seem to look right into my heart, like no person ever has. The colorful one meows again and locks eyes with me if to say: You’re all we’ve got. Please don’t leave us. How could anyone throw away precious lives like that?

      And why would I want to keep dating someone who would?

      As a reporter, I often see things in black and white, and this is one of those times.

      I turn back to Jeremy, narrow my eyes and point at the door. “Get. Out.”

      “What?”

      “You heard me. Get out of my house.”

      “Madison, c’mon. Calm down—”

      “Oh, I’m very calm. You just showed your true colors. And now I owe those kittens for showing me what kind of person you really are.”

      “You’re serious? Madison, we’ve made plans.”

      “So go find a new girl at the Hamptons and make plans with her. Someone selfish who doesn’t like responsibility or respect life. Considering your bikini radar, it shouldn’t take you long. We’re done, Jeremy. Out. Now.”

      He throws up his hands. “Fine. Enjoy your week-long vacation with a bunch of strays.” He spins on his heels and leaves, slamming the door.

      I

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