Nicole’s POV
Now my living room looks like a cat-themed warehouse exploded, with cardboard boxes stacked high enough to stage a small play about mountaineering. There's an Everest of boxes containing formidable cat-climbing frames, a mountain of bags labeled "for kittens," toys that seem to hail from an alien planet.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,”I observe.
Alex smirks as he slips a cat teaser wand with feathers and bells into the corner storage box.
Mia’s list of cat necessities is the size of a small novel. Nutritional paste, nail clippers, wipes designed specifically for pet hygiene. It's a wonder it doesn't include items like miniature cat-sized treadmills or cat fortune cookies. It's all so complicated, it makes taking care of a newborn look like operating a toaster.
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