***Rosemary's POV***
I ran to the coffee shop where Vicky hung out whenever I did my own thing. They seem to have adopted her as the coffee shop’s “fat cat.” She enjoys the children who come to see her and the free treats the owners give her.
“So, did you kiss him?” Vicky asked as she leapt down from the windowsill.
“Uh oh,” Ella said, hiding under her paws.
I stopped dead in my tracks as Vicky shuffled toward me, waiting to be picked up. How did she know?
“What?!” I asked nervously, scooping her up.
“You are so busted!” Ella barked anxiously.
“Me? You’re just as guilty as I am, bad dog!” I shouted.
“Hey!” Ella snapped back, snorting and stomping a paw.
“Oh please, don’t be shy with me. I know you’re meeting that man with snowy white hair. I saw you two today eating sushi under a
