You're grinning by the time she arrives.
Good old Jules.
Her heart is too big.
Just like yours.
"You weren't really going to take him to his death, were you?" she asks, slightly out of breath.
"I'm a man of my word, Jules," you say, even though you really aren't. You mean to be, but there are so many exceptions.
"I can take him home," Juliet declares, reaching out to pet the cat. "Her, I mean."
"Pfft. This is a boy cat, Jules."
Juliet rolls her eyes, taking the box from you. "She's a calico, Shawn. Calicos are always girls."
You pout.
"Are you pouting?"
"No."
You totally are.
"What's wrong with girl cats?"
You shrug, following Jules as she walks to her car. "Nothing, really."
"Good. Because I think I have the perfect name for her."
"Really?"
"Yes. Shawna."
You smile.
"Thanks, Jules."
You pick the cat up as she unlocks her car. You feel a sense of warmth flow through your entire body.
"You're welcome," Jules replies, taking the cat from you and frowning slightly. "I think Shawna just peed all over you."
THE END