CHAPTER 22
I poked at the boyfriend-shaped lump under my covers. "Now why would I take you shopping and make us both miserable? I have a better plan which includes nature time."
Hearing that Kip jumped out of bed and started to get dressed. I watched with interest as he crawled around in search of his missing sock, contorting his lanky body to look under the bed.
"Fine," I said to myself. "I'll make the waffles."
On my way to the kitchen I scooped up Mr. Paws who was meowing piteously. "Poor guy, so mistreated." I rubbed his ample belly. "How long's it been since you ate, a whole twelve hours?"
Overcome with emotion he bit me on the hand and I dropped him like a bad habit onto the sofa. Why couldn't my mother have left me a sweet little dog?
After a syrupy breakfast we poured our cof
