treasures“Don’t worry Garnet,” she said. “I’ll hire a hard worker.” Princess gave a loud meow. She knelt down to pet her. “Of course, that person has to love cats.”
The tuxedo feline purred.
My boss’s main concern should be about the tortoiseshell cat. Butterscotch practically lived upstairs in the office, favoring more of the solo life, unlike her sister Princess. During the store’s makeover, the cats had lived with Jane. They didn’t bond as Butterscotch still hissed at her.
A sudden knock startled us. Princess trotted over as we noticed a waiting customer. While Jane unlocked the door, I checked the clock hanging behind the counter. Fifteen minutes past ten.
“You made us open late,” I playfully sneered at Stiffanie. No reply. Perhaps venting to a mannequin would have some advantages.
